Photo by Jan
Dawn's Lament A new day lifts its head slowly In the muted amber of early morning For the sun rises and sets several hundreds of miles Outside my bedroom window And an emptiness weighs heavy on my heart As I think upon this early morning without rain While the last hint of night drains away in silent trickles And day whispers in a hushed silence That slips between breaths The sun peeks around the trees To paint its muted shadows on the walls And whisper ancient truths upon the breeze— That I have never left footprints Where you could follow them home And I’ve never traced my finger along your face Beneath a moon that winks upon your bed, Or tasted morning on your lips As the sun rose outside your window As if to caress sleeping ears and slide With a gentle hand along soft curves Your voice echoes through my mind Like the ache that creeps across my skin And writes in Braille, wisps of want Inhaled on day's first breath To quell the rampant tides within, Then exhaled in whimpered sighs My pen lays silent in the hush of morn, What’s left for me to paint across a page In syllables and rhyme? I’ve written tender hues of longing And murmured promises that trickle Along a tongue bathed with passion fruit To glide across kiss-stained lips Awakening a latent hunger, And I have penned the sighs of parted lovers By the soft glow of the moon For I have carried you with me On the wings of a great blue heron In the words of a song we could have written. Janet Reid june 2008
Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Thomas
