In the cold early morning
as all others stirred in
the last moments of sleep
I walked through the cold air
chilled dew moistening my feet
could not stop until I came
to the point of no return
where she waited on a bench
patiently painting her lips
smiled at me and drew me in
into her arms I folded
down on my knees
head tilted to one side
as the heat from her
painted roses pricked me
with ivory thorns
and I burn,
burn before dawn.
Your Poem "Dawn" Intrigues My Mind To Wonderments....
Much Love
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Blessings ...