In the growing dawnlight,
the best of cities starts a new day.
The face of the world is turning.

I see the sky when I step outside.

But on the days when I am alone,
my sadness grows
once dawn fades away.

Silent waves of anguish
fill the gray shadows.
I wander the city canyons,
waiting for dawnlight to return.

William Wayne Smith

Original posting on Patreon “Dawnlight“

Image “Foggy Golden Hour in Washington” By Geoff Livingston (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)