Holding on

To a delicate piece

Of the pale blue morning,

As the world’s music stirs

And a new tempo rises

–

As the dawn drifts away  

With its cooling shroud,

Giving way to the search lights

In the wired eyes of kin

–

They’ll stride single file

Over the day’s blank slate,

The small pains of my solitude

Looming large in their hearts

–

Before their aimless roaming

Through what remains of the mist

I’ll pack away the healing calm

Of the pale blue dawn