In a Dawn Hour

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In a dawn hour

As shedding of the first rays

Warmed the eyes nearing the

End in the burns of the bleak,

A moment revealed

As proverbial, as fleeting

As alive, as secluded…

Like last embers

Thawing the frosted limbs,

Flooding the red warm blood,

A sound reviving the tears

For forgotten memories

Of forgotten loss

Taken somewhere I didn’t cross.

An air lifting the shrunken lungs

That breath underground

As songs unsung.

The moment fleet

As last bees depart,

Before gaze closed on

For purest shred I could hold

Of life descending apart…

Then gone, as meant

To return toward

the destined…