How Soon Before Dawn?

These tired eyes write in red ink

Too many musings come alive within the space of four walls

Whispers louder than the midnight wake of the clock

Once the stars come out to play

Loose change spill out the fray

How soon before dawn?

How soon before dawn?


Little Skylark

Cold night
        Hold tight
        Little skylark

Winds sing
        Hearts ring
        Pierce the dark

You are still quite young and small
But to live means you must fall

        And fly
        Above you is the sky

Author’s Note: This is the poem that inspired the title of this blog. 🙂