The cracked, crystal voice of frosty morn,
It´s shattering cold silence left me forlorn,
A void, filled with
dreamed possibilities,
That lured & beckoned, tantalized & teased.
Promises & oaths of a yet unknown day,
A new-born stranger, simply passing my way,
How can I trust you with your peeping eye?
Dawn, with your soft & whispering sigh.
You show me golden glow of things to pass,
This day to come, through the looking glass,
I have no choice, but to gently proceed,
No matter what I want, nor what I need.
Rose beribboned choices, of will I, or won´t,
Of decisions to go ahead, to do it, or don´t,
Knowing not of what will come, nor what will go,
Sure only the sun will shine & the winds shall blow.
And when you cover the day with mantled lid,
Entombed you go, knowing, you did what you did,
While at night I lie, with wide night-time eye,
I shall know that as you did, so did I.
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