Dawn
I think of you in the early hours, When the sun still lingers, Hidden under the horizon, Rising on tendrils of light, Ribbons, orange and yellow, Shimmering on the edge Of a still-dark sky When I would turn to find Your eyes on me, A smile on your lips, A hint of untold possibilities A million moments stolen, On the edge between Day and night, You and I. But the sun keeps coming, Its harsh light, a reminder That this is but a dream, fleeting, Built of fragile shadows Clinging to a fading world Unwilling to let go.