Transcendental Sonnet #1117:
My Dawn Comes at Midnight
for Silke
Lonely in the dark before midnight
Waiting for the dawning of the light
Which comes sweetly and improbably
At midnight and washes over me
No matter how bitter has been my pain
I hear her voice and I am healed again
My joy in sorrow my spark in the dark
Hope for tomorrow no matter how stark
Yesterday has been or today between
My dawn comes at midnight when Silke calls
When I can feel these invisible walls
And chains which bind fall away from my mind
I come to life again and leave behind
The darkness in which day has kept me blind
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Einfach WUNDERSCHÖN......
(Ich Liebe dich)
Deine,
Silke
(Ich Liebe dich)
Deine,
Silke
grand
I like the idea of dawn coming at midnight with the light of your love on the telephone.
Good.
Good.
entrancing and beautiful, this work is amazing. you raise the bar for the poets around here!
misty..
misty..
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