Dawn
Roused from my dreaming
By the impatience of my mind.
I shift, shake my aching limbs
And gaze through my window.
This is a day to be filled with sorrow!
And I cry into the sunless dawn
'Til the sky is slahed with red light,
The blood of the morning,
A sharp premonition!
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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