With sonorous intent of concern
Take what is left of the darkSeize the lesser part of sunrise
Before the waxing light reveals
Your sweet desperation of night
Of all things to feel the truth of
It is this; your unremarked liaison
It bit passion but did not swallow calm
Without love there is no lasting dawn
So leave mistakes to hide in sated bliss
But for me still asleep in the arms of joy
Unaware the new world has already left
Never did a day to come ever look so fair