Epyllion

Dissipating, an early morning fog
sleepers drift as the sun breaks through
daring to disrupt the peaceful to bring
in yet one more day.

And what will the day hold?
For the woman sipping coffee, she'll
find love, bursting with joy
she'll fall into arms so passionate
yet deceitful.

For the man coming home from work,
he'll slip beneath lonely covers and
sleep a dreamless sleep - rebelling against
the golden sun and its warmth and empty
promises.

Perhaps another morning will wake
shaking the dew from the trees and
leaving the blossoms showered fresh;
And find the desolate yearning, and
perhaps...

The fog will shift and reveal a path
bright and new and hopeful
So that she will know truth and he will
find company.

©dragonpoe
11/27/07


-- Edited by Lady Poe at 09:45, 2007-11-27