December 9, 2018 § Leave a comment

Dawn, I’ve just arrived and I need your guidance.

My face is now damp by your dew

and so my lips can move again.

Through my nostrils your air feels like a medicine

trying to reach my heart still sleeping.

Your light cuts houses and trees out of the sky,

sets me in between them, tells me to Go!

Dawn, I recognise you, we’ve been playing this game for years:

You wake me up, you kiss me, you tell me your name.

I won’t forget you Dawn, goodbye.

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