The shadowy fingers of dawn
crept across the fading Moon
tugging at the hidden Sun to
come out and begin a new day

The sun ,however, was lazy
stayed behind the clouds of
gray making it a hazy lavender day

Still the hands of
natures clock, never stop
and time goes by whatever
the color of the sky

on these days sort of like twilight
because the libido feels just right
feelings that arouse mostly at night
for lovers that instinctively unite
the passions that explode,this way
are like the fingers of dawns new day

etw