soft, pure light across my fair skin
briefest of dawn’s touch this morning
reminds me of where he’s already been
knowing my dreams are about to end
i whisper, “Let’s try all over again.”
soft, pure light across my fair skin
briefest of dawn’s touch this morning
reminds me of where he’s already been
knowing my dreams are about to end
i whisper, “Let’s try all over again.”
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Powerful words Audrey, so sad and almost a plea at the end…which is perfect as the dawn approaches. I am going to save this to read for tomorrow morning as dawn breaks ~ hoping that I can get up that early…it’s already late. Loved the last line…it brings out the hope of every day. Cheers!
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Randall, I can’t get past your holding onto my poem until dawn. You are such a romantic and I love that! Thank you. I can’t write a poem about dawn without thinking of you. I hope you were able to find your dawn this morning. ♡
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And a beautiful dawn it was today ~ overlooking Elliott Bay, coffee in hand and nothing but the peaceful quiet at the beginning of the day. Your poem, in its poignant tone, was perfect 🙂
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You hide your poetry so well, Dalo. One day I hope you will share it with me. ♡ Thank you and I’m pleased it worked well with your morning.
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Sh. 🙂
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Haha. Oops. Sorry.
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I love that moment at dawn. And we will do, not try. We will.
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Hem! Glad to see your comment. Either you’ve been busy or I’ve finally written something that pleases you. 😉 Always the flirt, Hem. Always. Haha.
The difference between men and women. We want to continue trying and you want to perfect it and move on to something new. 😉
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Very nice. A bit sad, which is always good. Do dreams ever end, Audith?
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But why is it sad? I thought it was explaining how lovely my dreams can be…maybe this is the only place he can reach me….maybe I was happy when I wrote this….
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Who?! You’re so dadblame mysterious, you know!
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I know….a lot like you, Smarty!!!
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Not me. I’m an open book. *smiles proudly*
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*sparkles brightly* Liar!!
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It’s the dadblame truth!
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See now your a cursing liar… *winks*
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*laughs* A professorish, cursing liar!
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Yes, exactly. Pfft!
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This is a perfect combination of words and image. I love “briefest of dawn’s touch..” That’s just about a perfect description of that sky.
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Thank you, Dan. I appreciate you saying so. You’ll find that I have a hard time saying no to a sunrise. I’m thankful that my poetry speaks to you.
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This poem is so very sad, Aud, but with just that wee bit of hope attached.
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I was hoping it sounded romantic…bummer. I’m sorry it created sad feelings, Chum.
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Sometimes, my dear, the saddest words *are* the most romantic. Yearning can be so very bittersweet. Thankfully, ’tis bearable when the sweet is stronger than the bitter.
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Mark, you’re very wise. Thank you. *blush* Yearning, yes, well…it can be frusterating.
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That really was like a whisper. Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you, Sleepy. 🙂 Lean in a bit and it turns into a shout of sorts.
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Pardon?
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*waves you closer*
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Sorry, I’m blind too 😉
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Haha! Its the glasses. Fool. 😉
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You could be right. I’m not saying you are, but you could be.
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I might not stop until I have your full admission. I’m just saying that I might, I could wait all day.
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I’ve forgotten what we were on about
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Me, too. Thanks a lot. 😉
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No problem
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😛
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