Meet me at the dawn
To escape the silence, the wrong
Teach me how to nurse
So that we can both reverse

On the ground, I felt the cold
Not my feet, it was me being bold
A forgotten glimpse of what happened
Did I do something wrong or did I break the pattern

Following the line, is not easy
Yet the line is what saves us from feezing
In the darkest hours, in the gaps of time
The pleasures unbounded, so fast, we define

To the beginning, and the hike
The light, its glorious,
We are addicted to its delights

Not everyone seeks what I seek
An itch for the dark, or maybe the bleak
A regret of words that were let go sooner than were meant
The more I explore, the clearer the thought of intent

Circling back to the end of the day
I have no more to say
To the next time,
Will I do the same ?