When Daylight Brakes
I think of you
in starry nights,
and if the last train passes,
I will wait.
And even in the darkest night
is somewhere
light,
not only shade.
Memories will sometimes fade,
but will not die.
And when the night has come,
your dreams will bring them back
and let them fly.
When daylight breaks,
the early morning sun
throws golden showers
and awakes,
and leave you in a joyful state
of morning songs and flowers.
Copyright © Gert W. Knop | Year Posted 2009
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