Above the lonely market dawn <br />The sun begins to rise, <br />And slowly makes its way into <br />The glowing ember skies, <br />Amidst the clouds of burning gold <br />And scarlet which now pass, <br />Across the heavens high above <br />My sadness stays alas. <br /> <br />And now I stand there all alone <br />And watch the morning light, <br />Creep over all the rooftops and <br />Consume the dead of night, <br />It shines upon the sleeping town <br />Where calmness fills the air, <br />And lights the dark and empty stalls <br />With metal frames so bare. <br /> <br />The pigeons rest on rooftops while <br />The litter's strewn around, <br />The remnants of the day before <br />Lie restless on the ground, <br />The paper cups and cans do roll <br />Upon the breeze that blows, <br />And come to rest against a wall <br />Behind those empty rows. <br /> <br />So still the rising morning now <br />The shadows long and dark, <br />The cold and empty marketplace <br />Deserted and so stark, <br />I walk alone with heavy heart <br />Beyond the barren square, <br />And look towards the church ahead <br />Its loneliness I share.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/above-the-lonely-market-dawn/
