Tendrils of gray dawn illume humble room
Remnants of dreams do recede from my head
Aurora soon brightens, biting the gloom
I instinctively reach…arm across bed
You are not there, not now…not today
Your pillow untouched…feathers unslept
Fog lifts from my brain…you are away
Back into our room…the murk has now crept
No soft, warm body to gently caress
The dangle of silk, known as your hair
I conjure up image…doing my best
Close my eyes softly…imagine you’re there
On man’s metal wings…you flew from the sun
Bring back blissful light…my sweet darling one
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