dawn broke my sleep with the light of your rosy cheeks,
and i forgot the recurring dream of the past some weeks
of your darkening face, violent wind and lashing hair
that bless my life way, way beyond all that is fair.
early light and birdsong breath led the day, the sun
climbed the sky, took a break, then eased into a run.
evening was lit with a cool spilling charm, and you
and i danced until weary feet were washed by dew.
by the breaking light we could see an angry sky,
and darvish wisely laughed, the weather always lies!
