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JUST BEFORE DAWN
I awoke, but the dawn was no where to be found
Moonlight however, held sway against this fabric
Of night; gibbous and silent, observing the sound
That sleep had woven into a somnolent city cocoon
I sighed, since the dawn was no where to be found
Not knowing the fullness of this plight i stumbled
Out of bed, no qualms, to bare feet on the ground
For such is that nameless void, in-between-stage
Whereby star and moon this city had been bound
Grackle, Tanager, Kiskadee, where are your songs
I mused, but the dawn was no where to be found
© gillena cox 2019 JUST BEFORE DAWN
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Midweek Motif ~ Light
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22 May 2019