Daybreak

• Imogen Taylor,
• Poetry
• 2007

Morning due,
It collects around your feet,
Moon light shines down onto your blemished heart,
The sun is just on the horizon,
Into the one hundred fields,
Light of day breaks like an egg,
It pours light out over us,
We sit together locked in our undying embrace,
Like nails in a coffin,
Stuck together until the end of time,
The felids are a jewellers shop,
The moon is our god,
With the light He wields,
We are in love,
Under his ever perpetual light.