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 heartβs surround; music playing that makes no sound. Whatβs 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.