Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Death of Hope

The dawn fell to dusk again
Last night when I watched the battle.
Dawn said he tripped as dusk took aim
And knocked him from the saddle.

So every day they had this fight
Till last night when the stars never showed
The magic was gone and with it dawn
And that was all she wrote.

Now days go by with forgotten sunsets.
The dream of two riding off into the horizon
The lovers looking off the hill
Is gone and with it dawn.

I dreamed in nightmares of no setting sun
Just morning then night then the day was done
But today I saw the dawn again
And realized I'd never really lost my friend

She'd sit on the hill
Wait on the plains
And leave very quickly
When I never came.

Dusk was still there
Waiting for its time to shine
And all the while "dawn never came!" I'd whine.

And though she put on pretty heirs
I'd never really noticed that dawn was there



And so I lost what little I cared.

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