Before the dawn, a quiet procession of thoughts languish
While interpreted shadows arise, scatter by the sunlight,
An echo crashes into an incoherent, engaging, moment
Perhaps at will, heartfelt in a relevant instance of impalement.
Now never subsiding in due course often surmising I arise
Wishing upon these steadfast moments of comparison
More than anything, it’s a composition of some life
While burning ideas forgotten like so often this death
Heavy like my soul, this celestial unknown lingers
How shall within these moments granted I take part
An offering for departing shadows be well and kept,
I’ll be awaiting the angels that walk beside me in sleep
Drawing into soundless escapes before this dawn.
