Questioning on the Face of Dawn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
What do each dawning tell me morning after morning ?..

Submitted: June 23, 2013

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Submitted: June 23, 2013




Sea gulls' song warming the air -
A grace beside the prophecy,
The early sound of an intimacy
And like a youngish dancing pair
The strange trip of a golden stair
Of who owns the mellow tones 
And the silence in misty domes
Leave me semi-blind but fair.
To whom belongs those romances
-For them like a refreshing shower
And yet a will more than a power-
That sees the morn with early dances?  
Over and over, I, left armor-less
Hear the murmur of a sweet singer
For the songs waken me and linger
The farthest letter of a caress -
Who owns this exuberant lawn 
-A question that keeps me dreaming-
Without one eye and a silent thing
I, in hours of sleep, glare the dawn. 

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