Low lying clouds obscure our view;
Morning is breaking, yet darkness we see,
Thick like a blanket, yet cold like the snow,
Muffled the birdsong and frozen the dew.
Somewhere a new day is painting the skies;
Shadows are fleeing, dawn opens her eyes;
There let me meet you where night is no more,
There let us stand on that wonderful shore.
Patricia Todd.
7th January, 2009.
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