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May 29, 2009
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The Early Dawn
The clock measuring my very being
was registering a pre-dawn hour,
very cool was the air surrounding me
and the morning dew did glisten in the darkness.
The birds presented themselves and began chirping
as if their voices were the true soundtrack to the dawn,
That's when her soft, smokey eyes found mine
and we searched ever inward, exploring each other.
As the sky brightened with the arrival of my sun,
the shadows briefly held their last dance of the night,
and then began to evaporate and dissipate
just as smoke would surely disappear in a breeze,
We became all knowing of each other's existences
and ours were the morning shadows that mattered.
For we two had completely become one, unto ourselves,
and thus there was created, the early dawn of our hearts !
was registering a pre-dawn hour,
very cool was the air surrounding me
and the morning dew did glisten in the darkness.
The birds presented themselves and began chirping
as if their voices were the true soundtrack to the dawn,
That's when her soft, smokey eyes found mine
and we searched ever inward, exploring each other.
As the sky brightened with the arrival of my sun,
the shadows briefly held their last dance of the night,
and then began to evaporate and dissipate
just as smoke would surely disappear in a breeze,
We became all knowing of each other's existences
and ours were the morning shadows that mattered.
For we two had completely become one, unto ourselves,
and thus there was created, the early dawn of our hearts !
— docmaverick, May 29, 2009
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Critiques
Antoinette Mar…
17 years ago
aha...Doc
weirdelf
17 years ago
Way too wordy, my friend,
docmaverick
17 years ago
Of course not....