Dawn

woods

If you have never been out at dawn

you have not lived

How else would you ever dance

with the fairies in the woods

to the sound of rustling leaves

or to your own rock music, if you wish

 

How else would you go

for a swim in the sea

and sing

the siren songs of mermaids

 

How else

could you tip your head back

and pretend to be embraced under the stars

 

And have imaginary conversations

(yes, out-loud)

with people who have hurt you

or who are gone forever

 

How else would you cry

to the sincere coos of pigeons

rather than the fake “so there’s”

of the people

who will rise with the sun

when your alone, alive,

fully-wide-awake

time is up

 

You think sleeping in is delicious

Believe me

Being alive at dawn is so much more

 

I’ve shared a secret

I won’t tell you again

Wouldn’t want to find you all there….

…….

….next time I go dancing in the woods

 

Photo retrieved from: My memories of dawn

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