Til the Dawn

The woman sits and ponders life

the moment wistfully in strife

pretends the moment more severe

and passes long the hours near

we set and watch the others eye

as each thought goes by

we ponder thoughts the other knows

and wonders what the night will hold

the tense held glance holds so true

the moment in which i knew you

the thought of words we both would say

and pass unspoken til the day

we pass unbroken in enraptured grasp

and watch the hours that do not pass

and watch the hours that do not go

breath and moment far too slow

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