Till The Dawn-Light; Ember Lilts Poem by Mark Heathcote

The eyes of dawn will make my bed
in the river of some dream,
where half-forgotten limbs will rise
like vapor's on the breeze;
but who will walk or lean on me
lean against this idle frame?

Who will take my grey-goose quilt?
and wrap it around my arms
and say, wake my love, for I am here
for I am here to stir your lonesome heart
and warm your bones in winter's dark
till the dawn-light ember lilts.