The dawn deserves to finish rise with the tide
On the Morning of the night O winds we ride
Release a speckled aubade parting in the way
Lovers do, as a world begins its ordinary day
Aube me in a dissolving kiss, intimate so real
Timeless in a clock dark the light in us to feel
Still the soft tenderness survive exposing sun
Done the fight, a Lark of loneliness, walk run
In a cold memory, warm us slip the bed away
Yet, today seems different, solitude in its gray
Starts to hold you longer your private unseen
Let me place it gently down, a word we glean
Carry this shift, a change that lingers in space
For us lines whispy gathers meaning in a face
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:57 AM UTC
The dawn deserves to finish rise with the tide
On the Morning of the night O winds we ride
Release a speckled aubade parting in the way
Lovers do, as a world begins its ordinary day
Aube me in a dissolving kiss, intimate so real
Timeless in a clock dark the light in us to feel
Still the soft tenderness survive exposing sun
Done the fight, a Lark of loneliness, walk run
In a cold memory, warm us slip the bed away
Yet, today seems different, solitude in its gray
Starts to hold you longer your private unseen
Let me place it gently down, a word we glean
Carry this shift, a change that lingers in space
For us lines whispy gathers meaning in a face
There comes an inevitable aubade, an everyday, in the lives of which we sweep and gather, when the night world slips out of night into the barest back of a new day and in the drudge, the sweet departing as we lay, I like to think a silent calm keeps us together on our solitary chaos way.
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