The Nature of Daylight

I watch it creep in under the slit in the curtains

Stretching its warm hand past the woven fabric

While the low methodical sound of violin strings ripples through the air

The sound of sadness articulated through notes on a page

Greeting the early daylight

Piercing my heart

Begging to reach the darkest recesses of my soul

Wishing to touch me

To hold me

To shine light on the places I've forgotten

The quiet power of golden light

Not yet dripping with radiant malice

Only wishing for me to know what possibilities day can bring

Dawning a horizon of hope to chase away the nightmares

You promised we'd watch sunsets together

Now I watch sunrises, alone

Comforted by the gentle hand of first light

And the sweet inception of today

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