At Dawn I see

Few moments have stolen my dreams, the dreams that may never come true;
And yet each moment has seemed like a vast ocean hurling at the lonely sand.
Wanting to ride the winds of love, they rise and sing,
Only to hit the shores of life and turn white.

Folly of a heart apart, conjures many a trick to the eye.
Folly of a mind bereft, urges the heart to conjure.
And as hands still retain the touch so cherished,
Every broken picture appears, to blame. To endure.

Unstoppable is time, they say, and each bides his own;
But nights move slower after, than slower-nights moved before.
And for all the pain I hold in my heart,
At Dawn I see my soul's sustenance and I hope.