The Left Column
up at 
dawn
   I told you I was 
  up all night,
    up all night
 And at the dawn
  I saw you wondering lonely
       and apart 
   in your fields of darkness.

  But it was at the dawn.
    The sun had not yet reached up enough
    though their were trails 
            of pink and red 
               in the faraway sky.

  I thought to call your name
     into the ending darkness
  which anaylated any dream that I'd had
              of you.

  You were far better there,
    warrior of the dawn,
      With the sword to put down
          the faithless doubt
      that I carry with me, ( that
    heartbreak
        that I've been 
          carrying around).

  You are far better than I can ever imagine.
   So why imagine?

June 17, 2010