There it looms
A dawn come before the sun
That you have stayed up all night to see
Let me awake, let me away
You cry, the sky grows brighter
The stars begin to swell
The moon is shattered by the light
So softly 'round the edges
Her face of white and black and grey
Bleeds away its darkness
Is swallowed by the night
Is drowned by the night
Let me flee, let me fly
You cry
The heavens are an ink-blot reversed
A bright stain spread to all horizons
The sun will rise in its time
But the sky, the moon, the night
Are white
Let me away, and let me fly
Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 9:11 AM UTC
There it looms
A dawn come before the sun
That you have stayed up all night to see
Let me awake, let me away
You cry, the sky grows brighter
The stars begin to swell
The moon is shattered by the light
So softly 'round the edges
Her face of white and black and grey
Bleeds away its darkness
Is swallowed by the night
Is drowned by the night
Let me flee, let me fly
You cry
The heavens are an ink-blot reversed
A bright stain spread to all horizons
The sun will rise in its time
But the sky, the moon, the night
Are white
Let me away, and let me fly
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