The Light of Dawn
By Chris LaCour
This is why I wake before dawn
And sit alone on a cold dock.
With legs crossed, cold and numb.
With goose down and a thick hat
keeping the rest of me warm.
I sit and wait in the dark.
The thought of everyone else at home,
Still dreaming in their beds,
Still warm,
Still comfortable,
Is not one I dwell on.
Because I don't envy them.
Or their sleep.
I know what they're missing.
I know peace and quiet.
And I know tranquillity.
And while they only know the dreams in their heads, I know the light of dawn.
Copyright © 2011 Chris LaCour. All rights reserved.
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By Chris LaCour
This is why I wake before dawn
And sit alone on a cold dock.
With legs crossed, cold and numb.
With goose down and a thick hat
keeping the rest of me warm.
I sit and wait in the dark.
The thought of everyone else at home,
Still dreaming in their beds,
Still warm,
Still comfortable,
Is not one I dwell on.
Because I don't envy them.
Or their sleep.
I know what they're missing.
I know peace and quiet.
And I know tranquillity.
And while they only know the dreams in their heads, I know the light of dawn.
Copyright © 2011 Chris LaCour. All rights reserved.
For Chris LaCour's G+ page: https://plus.google.com/u/0/116177055522111923262/about
For Chris Lacour's web site: http://www.chrislacour.com/