A Quiet Dawn
Before the light has found its name,
Before the birds begin their claim,
There is a hush the night has known—
A tender hour we share alone.
No sudden flame, no restless fire,
No fevered dream of young desire,
But something deeper, softly drawn,
Like breath that lingers into dawn.
Your hand in mine—no need for speech,
No distant past we need to reach,
For time, once hurried, slows its art,
And learns the language of the heart.
How strange, how kind, this late embrace,
That finds us in so still a place,
Where love, unasked, begins anew
As quiet light awakens you.
And if the day should fade too soon,
Or slip beneath an unseen moon,
Still in that hush, so pale, so true,
A quiet dawn remains—with you.
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