Let dawn rise over the garden gate.
Let the sun come rumbling through.
Feel the world at tilt and turn
Shaking off the morning dew.
Kiss me before the moments lost
Close to your heart where I matter most.
What matters at all when time has lost,
And what matters least can hurt the most.
1 comment:
damn delightful dexterity with rhyme. all that shimmery goodness makes me smile.
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