It’s not quite light
but night takes flight
away, awry
from you and I
with all its speed and might
Silhouettes tread soft
though sometimes oft
They choose instead
to run ahead
or rather fly aloft
My gaze pursues
a morning’s muse
Yours follows mine
then to entwine
as those in love might fuse
Too well you know
me; even so
I try to hide
these things inside
of course in vain
I hold back
Esteem I lack
to soar above
to write thereof
and never take it back
But those blue skies
envy your eyes
Your hand, please lend;
to horizon’s end,
we will transcend
-- to catch the sunrise
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