Poem: Waking

The mist of morning cloaks the field
The dead of calm
The blackness of the night

The dawn of day breaks gently
A faint glimpse of fear
The greyness of the night

The faces of dreams dance away
The terror of the dark
The sickness of the night

Memories of mistakes go slowly
The hand it holds on
The stillness of the night

The song of birds call onwards
To brave another day
The bleakness of the night

Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

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