Poetry: Nearer The Dawn

Endless days
A sleepless dawn
A short day
The only light, machine’s light

Across my sea, the view’s so lonely dear Amelia
My eyes drift ever lower
Now she’s in the dark beside me
But she’s not nearing any closer

Trust there and back you’ll make it boy
That you’ll have her and that you’ll hold her
But you’ll never see dawn’s perfect light
If you don’t believe you already know her

Make dawn’s light old boy, she’s nearer now

Published by

Sequoia Silverman


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