Posted by: facetothewind | August 12, 2008

Clinging at Dawn

I cling to my life,
Only in the mornings
In the afternoons I go about the business of living,
In the evenings I sing and laugh and love

But at dawn, when the first beam of light
Crosses my room to pull me from a dream,
Delivering me to the starkness of a life unfinished

It is this time,
alone as I ever am
That I am still with the fear
That just in time to know for certain
Who I am and what I have accomplished,
These things as all things
Will one day be taken away.

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