Dawn

Sun Rise Over Smoke Stacks In The West,

Clever Rhymes And Torrid Rivers That Twist With Words,

I Cant Remember Where They Lie,

Your Fire Kept Burning, As The Coal We Used To Gather, Warmth Was As Important As The Sun In This Facade.

The Cold Outside Our Cave Never Seemed So Bitter,

One Step, Two Step, Tripping Over Soft Snow,

But Finding Only Hard Brittle Ground Where Daisies Lay,

In Between Cracks They Smile With No Face,

A Pattern Of Incredible Situations Brave To None,

Sitting Brings Nothing, Gathering Decides Importance

While The Sun Hides In between Stars.

The Wind Dies Slowly..

With A Tear it leaves and i Wonder...

Where Is Dawn?