The Coming Of Dawn

What should I want to say
When I’m stuck in this time and place
Where I’m neither here
And you’re neither there
And we’re neither anywhere.
How should I want to cry
When your shoulders are no longer here
To receive my tears
And your hands are no longer there to trace
My broken wings.
How can I will time to go by
When the past is so clear
And the holdings of the future so uncertain.
How should I pray
When no syllables are there
To utter from my mouth
And fall from my tongue.
Where should I go
When I have a hundred strings tied to me
Pulling me everywhere and nowhere.
How should I feel
When the times that I do
I concave and
Fall apart inside of myself
in the center of my sorrow.
They say that’s what happens when stars are born
But I am no star
And you are no longer
My sun.
I try to talk to the moon about you
But he hides beneath a cover of clouds
Peeking out every so often to let me know
He’s still there.
Still listening
Though he may have no words
To impart with.
He sits beside my pain
As I repeat my ramblings
Into the still darkness
Over and over until they become
Dog-eared and faded.
They flutter around me for a while
Before scattering
Upon the arrival of dawn.
Soon the light will be reaching my toes
And inching up my skin
Until I am drowning in the warmth of the sun.
For but a brief moment
It is not the sun
But you
Kissing my skin and
Bringing me back to life.
I open my eyes and you’re gone
The memory of you fading
Just as fast as it came
Chasing the moon
As I once chased you.
I watch the stars disappear
As my eyelids begin to close and
I drift off to sleep
Not knowing what the dawn will bring.