When Mourning Dawns
by Poppy Hullings

All day your name has been against my mind
and hurt me like the too frail loveliness
of pear blooms in the rain.

All night my voice undefined
has swung from star to star
to call you back.

Tomorrow I will know that you can't come
and after that I won't know anything
but small hard shells against my bare feet
and sand upon my lips at dawn.

About the Author
Poppy Hullings
Writer, http://poppy.celaine.com
Founder,  www.spcrusade.com

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