In misty dawn, where lilac blooms croon,
Weary heart strums a bluesy tune,
To cajole the sun to day-spring,
From its dream-time, and join and sing,
To lift dark's slumber veil and swoon.
Etching sun-beams through the dank dune,
Guitar player and sun attune
The dawn is lifted from mist's cling,
In the dawn expectant.
With a sigh of relief the moon
Lifts the pall...
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