Dawn
I think of you in the early hours,
When the sun still lingers,
Hidden under the horizon,
Rising on tendrils of light,
Ribbons, orange and yellow,
Shimmering on the edge
Of a still-dark sky
When I would turn to find
Your eyes on me,
A smile on your lips,
A hint of untold possibilities
A million moments stolen,
On the edge between
Day and night,
You and I.
But the sun keeps coming,
Its harsh light, a reminder
That this is but a dream, fleeting,
Built of fragile shadows
Clinging to a fading world
Unwilling to let go.