On the Edge of Day
As morningtide folded in the day
there was something about it
that lured me in its depths
the moon still visible
was satiated
as my mind is
on thoughts of you
I could feel you
fingering every inch of me
in the rise and fall
of warm breaths
as they stumbled
through the November air
the dark clouds
traced the edges of the moon
like the shadows of life
that linger around us
the sun
though not visible
flickered white
beneath the clouds
a ray of hope
for resplendent days
like that of our yesterdays
the mist of morn
tumbled from skies
momentarily
as did tears
from lonely eyes
within the depths of blue
that now surrounded me
as day unfolded
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