Awaiting dawn

I impatiently await the dawn of the new day.
My sleep-deprived eyes sweat dawn.
Dawn and time.

I await to see you. To trim your silhouette
with eager hands, with thirsty kisses.

Hours squander minutes on the clock
in the back. The darkened room prays to you:
Goddess of bedsheets and dreams.

I await to break the silence of the days,
the roughness of the nights without a soul’s warmth,
the silence of unlived past hours.

You arrive as dawn in a crude desert,
desired and feared at the same time. Glorious.
Dawn and fear.

The bullet that is your name tears transparent ether.
I call your name and you exist no more. I despair.

The moon drowns in the sunrise's lights.
The silent night flowers come back alive,
and my await stretches, malleable and soundless.

You arrive but escape. Immaterial presence,
you avenge Didon’s offense in my chest.
Dawn and time.



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