Lie Awake, Dawn Poem by John Sensele

'Good morning, ' her mouth muttered to John
Whose face in places traced a surprise
Surprised that Dawn
Could to him dole out a prize

John never dreamt on his lap
Would stand up and land so soon
When a vanity and sanity cap
Would Dawn from her moon

Visit a vista visage
Beaming with love so tight
John's village
Would invite Dawn one night

To declare her rare feelings
To John whose heart she'd stolen
Long ago although wings
Of love took long to awaken.