The Dawn Watchers

        by Marc Pollitt

On a star-whispering chill predawn morn,
like clandestine spies we slipped
out through the doorway,
the whole world sleeping behind us.
That morning, wrapped in winter coats,
we watched the sunrise huddled close for warmth
and weaving new dreams, hopes and futures.

Our breaths slipped out as clouds,
then mixed in fleeting mists dispersed by wind.
The indigo sky brightened while we waited: violet,
then blue; turquoise for a moment, then golden,
briefly warning of impending glory.
My arms wrapped round her waist and tightened,
my cheek pressed close against hers, warm, soft.
Lighting our daybreak, it lasted forever.

 

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