Waiting for Dawn

Like a flower whose lots it’s last petal,

I stand in the wind and I tremble,

no appendage to reach to my neighbor,

I sit all alone and I whither,

folded up I bow with reverence,

I take one last step towards my penance,

the earth calls to me to deliver,

Myself to the arms of the savior.

Why, why must I feel so alone,

it’s always darkest before dawn,

in this isolation I rest,

find happiness within myself.

With no way to reach out I now see,

my outside is inside of me.

Carried on a wind in this scene,

disappears my reflection of me.