We hunker down and shudder
at how pale the dawn appears
as it leaves the city of evening behind;
we were not looking, so could not find
any reason there for all the tears.
All of the sadness worn here,
thin overcoats against hurricanes
to protect our shoulders from the storm,
fail to leave us feeling warm;
unhappiness remains.
We hold our voices back from cheering,
afraid of being proven fools,
left blind within the heart’s surround;
music playing that makes no sound.
What’s not been lost cannot be found,
dawn plays by these rules.
But in among the foolish people
a spark glows every now and then;
A soul that reaches can be touched;
heart that listens, just that much;
dawn that does remember when.
We held our spirit up before that wind
to let cobwebs be blown away,
to dance for some undetermined while;
like an unexplained but honest smile,
one dawn before a brighter day.