Of gods the dawn faces

What could i write, if this was my night.

If this was my heart, if they were polite. if eyes were my window, the birds fly, and linger...

 

The leaves in October, break hearts in my winter. The rain on my panel is mine to dismantle. So gentle is autumn, so subtle, and fragile. 

 

A name on cement, a soul came, and went. A heart in a million, a dead president. A dream amongst dreamers, to mean above meaners.

 

Just stars in dark places, of gods the dawn faces....