Dawn

Even before dawn,

when you already accept and sense the light,

 unavoidable because it was always there;

the quiet, ancient sadness

washes you back in lukewarm clarity.

 

Reunion of wounded aspects that,

hidden deep down they sing to you,

asking only to be seen once more,

before disappearing like tears

of sweet farewell in your ocean.

 

You smile on the shore, sole port

of infinite journeys and stories,

feeling the deaf rumor of your waves,

to breathe your serene presence

on the edge where all your times merge.

Tibaire Cristina Gonzalez