Ryan Cole

Rookie - 1 Points (August 27,1961 / Santa Monica, California)

Dawn - Poem by Ryan Cole

In my youth only seen as the end of the night
As a challenge to be faced in the hours
between last call and someone’s bed
A finishing line to the rush and the heat
to be confronted with red eyes, sallow skin,
and designer sunglasses
It was a goal to be crossed
without thought, a temple to my follies
For then, my battles were yet to be fought
Now seen as a beginning
A lover’s kiss upon the neck of the day
And if now, I have no worlds left to conquer
the heat and the rush diminished
Yet the desire remains, untouched
The want and the hurt
A different kind of longing
or perhaps the same
but expressed in a new way
How could I not love the dawn
as an ending or beginning

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 20, 2010

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