this night <br />the dawn lay with the night in the jazz club <br />midst smells and smokes and dying embers she <br />awoke late in the night and <br />rubbing her eyes stole out into the night <br />drawing with her the curtains of the night <br />unconsciously into an uncertain grey <br />but then having slept well <br />the uncertain grey became a white <br />whiter and whiter and whiter <br />and dawn announced without a sound <br />that she had come to all us, mankind and all of us.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-night-12/
