Dew-Drops At Dawn
Some morning in 2023 on the subject of hopes n' dreams, sleep, and love...
She appeared to me (once)
a wispy visage
of tendered hope
In dimly lit rooms
somberly & serene
In the contemplative
quiet moments
preluding each dawn
Yet eluded, my heart yearning
For to be forgotten
Between the cracks of
dreams & memories in time
As I lie awake alone
Heart pounding
Head reeling
Recanting the moments
Pondering where
they’ve gone.
“I miss you”
Best Wishes,
Zephyr Jones