Dawnsway
I was his earthquake
Shaking the ground at which he stood
He was an iridescent pebble
I tossed him like a skipping stone across the ocean
But I always found him
On a beachy island brought in by the waves
Stranded on a mountaintop
Shining in a desolate night
Dropped from the claws of a heron
Landing in my sea of basal tears
Rising up he lit the sky
For he was my light
And with a single sadness
I could bring my sun
Back to me
Shifting the day
Lengthening time
For he told me
I could make the
Dawn sway.
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