Fake Dawn

The stars are so bright tonight.
It sounds childish, that you want it to last forever.
You see the same in my eyes.
Stretching the night.
Trusting the darkness.
Tomorrow was a failure.
Today is weakened by the sight of it.
That returning thought of Saturn.
Shrinking once more into the horizon.
You marked it there.
When you had nothing to lose.
It’s easy to hope for the dawn to take you.
Easy to grapple that hand of mine into yours.
Sending postcards and roses to your sixteen year old self.
A secret message that you made it.
It’s harder to wipe the sleep from your eyes.
Harder to beckon the day.
Which threatens to stain us like the ones before.
When we were lonely.
And afraid.

10 thoughts on “Fake Dawn

  1. “Easy to grapple that hand of mine into yours.”
    “Sending postcards and roses to your sixteen year old self.”
    The whole poem is so lovely… yes, I grow to really love your poetry.

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    • Thank you Lia, i’m really happy it speaks to you and consistently surprises. Hopefully the diamonds yet to come can be picked up from the coals.

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