Another Dawn Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

A dimpled splash of gray on
This frigid November MORNIN, and
My heart stands pale against this
Evening's dread of knowing that
My love is undiscovered.

Yet, LOVE IS not enough to carry me.
I sleep.
Another dawn.
My heart aches for one such as my
Sight has never seen.
Yet, I search and SURFACE without
A clue.

Another dawn of a day becoming
Dusk then make haste into night
Where air is fresh and blue.

But still there is not one who
Quivers my blood and quakes my
Spine. One whom I would adore
And chase with might.

I relentlessly pursue with
BREATHLESS delicious delight.
Combustible emotions render all
Words obsolete.