Again, Dawn kisses me with her cold, harsh lips
Ignoring any want of sleep, though the meds still persist
Why, Dawn, can't I sleep a little longer?
A month, or two, or three
Or until it's all over
It's tough to struggle on only four hours rest
Compounded day after day
Is this your means of a test?
I'd take it all and pull through, if it were up to me
Prove you weak and brittle, break you with ease
But myself, I've not been, this passing week
There's word of trouble back home
My father is sick
A man once strong, who stood proud and tall
Now old and brittle, damaged by it all
My mother, so sweet, soldiers day by day
To help old father waive those cursed pains away
A woman strong willed,
Your fear is her, oh Dawn
Her soul, you can't harm with your winter scorn
But here, you're so much colder,
Your very breath bares ice
You'd swiftly freeze a heart over,
Much like you've done mine
Were it for Her, who's here, I'd trade all but two things
Faith and family, I could never let swing
If She cries, I'd have a mission to make her smile
When She smiles, there'd be a mission to keep it there
This world, it's moon and every dotted star
I'd deliver on a platinum platter, laced with all She desires
Find Her a planetary diamond, if I could travel so far
Love Her more than ever possible,
For want of cradling Her heart
If only they were mine to give
So again, Dawn, I beg,
Wake me not anymore
Please, let me sleep,
An eternity more.
Some background to this poem:
This was written while on holiday in Ohio, USA - visiting from Australia. The weather here is intensely cold compared to back home, especially at the early hours of dawn. A mixture of being trapped in my hotel room because of the cold, hearing bad news from home and being so metrically close to the girl I love, but could probably never have, gave birth to this poem.
