“In The Hours ‘Fore The Dawn”

In the hours ‘fore the dawn,
‘tween shadows and light,
I cower from the daybreak,
And mourn the ending of night.

When dreams flicker and fade,
Like a silent movie reel,
My sanctuary is broken,
And the fantasy unfulfilled.

The real world screams loud,
A cacophony of truth,
And I cry with the lonely,
Of ripe age and of youth.

For I don’t want to wake,
To find my dream is gone,
I always dread these moments,
In the hours ‘fore the dawn.

By Paul D Aronson. 2002. All Rights Reserved.

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