When Dawn Breaks Across the Stillness of the Night

When Dawn Breaks Across
the Stillness of the Night

By John Thomas Dodds

 

When dawn breaks across

the stillness of the night,

and daylight filters through dreams

of all we have pleasured and pained,

we are there for each other

unboundedly wrapped in arms and legs,

anchored to the soft and wonderful,

a wedded link to the possibility

of all that is beautiful in a relationship

where someone listens, someone cares.

Mornings are made for us, our days open

in a dance of warmth and loving, one

with the passage of light, no shadows

in and out of our hours together and apart.

The grumps, frumps and frailties of aging,

churning out the chapters of lives lived,

melt beneath the covers, drift away with each

passing moment of each and every day.

We have the pleasure of our company,

and the comfort of knowing

in our heart and soul

we are fearlessly where we want to be.

Yesterdays sauntered aimlessly,

and lulled about heaven

casting no shadow, leaving seldom behind;

now it’s all in a day’s grace

this loving space we are in,

walking giftedly beside each other

no less favored than before,

but lighter footsteps and fewer doors,

with a companion to love, trust and adore.

As we journey now,

on the evening of our lives

toward a sunset of the visible light,

more spring than fall,

more time trailing behind us

than to be laid down,

the life we share is not the beginning

for we have always known each other,

nor will it be the end

for we will always be together—

 time and time again.