Crepuscule du Matin

 All night I wrestled with a memory
Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought.

The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought
Its disillusion; now I only cry
For peace, for power to forget the lie
Which hope too long has whispered.
 So I sought
The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught
With old emotions weeping silently.

I heard your voice again, and knew the things
Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt.

I felt your clinging hands while night's broad wings
Cherished our love in darkness.
 From the lawn
A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt.

My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.

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