Walkin on Air


The kiss of dawn,
as balm of a crystal cool breeze
compassionately caressing,
timid and gentle like a fawn,
dissipates the lingering sleaze
of nocturnal fears
sprouted while sleep
eludes the subconscious,
like when I'm in my own dream
only can't really change anything;
and impressing
hope upon my bedeviled mind
proceeds to make love with daylight bright,
firmly yet kind,
knowing what it hears
as background noise
of dripping tears
shed to counterpoise:
is the approach of another night...

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