Earliest of Morning Light
In the earliest of morning light
When birds have not yet taken flight
The sun so low a shadows’ might
Escapes an eagle perfect sight
When the earth in leisured chill
Each valley dank along each hill
And longing stripped of lovers' will
With every dreamer dreaming still
An angel through that black long eve
He holds a trembling hand to grieve
And in the moment make-believe
The rising sun will not deceive
Doorways dim must stand and wait
This tragic timely twist of fate
dec 11, 2024
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