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A Dawn Misplaced

His journey won’t begin without you;

The saddle won’t sit the same,

A wingless flight, an ascent in vain,

You both grew at a distance,

But the winds of God, bent your branches the same,

The ocean of your eyes, he hasn’t yet swam.

Only a seashell to hear the sounds of your sea,

Only autumn leaves, to see your summer in,

‘I believe your promises’, engraved within,

Latent desires, alive with a spring,

Now he feels, at arms’ length to your shore,

Praying your waves, don’t evade him more,

In the night, he spoke,

To his Lord, with hope;

‘Of this kindling let my heart not be bereft,

Of what use is a candle that unlit is left?’