Thursday Poem: Drifting towards Dawn


Drifting towards Dawn

Now in the stillness of the darkest hours
the time in hesitant small steps takes us
towards the dawn and all the day can bring
as we each drift towards the wakefulness
that leaves our dreams behind on pillows warm

and hollowed out by sleeping heads, a place
for dreams to take their rest. We leave them there
to go about our days. The dreams will wait
there for us to return to bed again.
The dreams will take us by the hand and lead

us to the sleep where possibilities
can bloom like spring awoken flowers blossom
and what we seek is sometimes found at last
even though there’s a chance the night will pull
its darkness down to turn our dreams to nightmares.

Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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