The city inches towards
the dawn.
Most of it is still
( not awake )
but sleep
has disowned me.
I stand and stare
as this world
comes into being
as it dresses itself
in sunlight
the new moment
as it glistens
translating the now
into the song
of a passing bird
so beautiful
I call out
your lost name
amazed
that this world
moving through space and time
does not contain
you.
You who have gone
beyond even
the great silence
and my tears fail
to bring you back again.
"The beauty of the world
hath made me sad. . ."
I tell my reflection
gazing through glass
a startled bird
flying through my face.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
The city inches towards
the dawn.
Most of it is still
( not awake )
but sleep
has disowned me.
I stand and stare
as this world
comes into being
as it dresses itself
in sunlight
the new moment
as it glistens
translating the now
into the song
of a passing bird
so beautiful
I call out
your lost name
amazed
that this world
moving through space and time
does not contain
you.
You who have gone
beyond even
the great silence
and my tears fail
to bring you back again.
"The beauty of the world
hath made me sad. . ."
I tell my reflection
gazing through glass
a startled bird
flying through my face.
