Dawning

it is dawning
gray wraps the trees and grass in black
as i walk along this boulevard

the light comes
thru the shutters of the clouds
this morning

rays like hands touch me
there is warmth
spreading on my face
there is fire
in my heart

i look at the stretch of
of acacia trees where the street lights
slowly close one by one
and at this moment
the years spread themselves
like some green grass
where i rest my weary soul

in my mind
i always remember you
on my side i can stll feel the warmth
of your skin

it simply dawned in me
the fire of yesterday
and the coldness was gone

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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