The dawn drinks <br />the darkness <br /> <br />until tipsy <br />with light <br /> <br />it staggers <br />all over the place <br /> <br />knocking birds <br />off of branches <br /> <br />so that they fall <br />into flight <br /> <br />and even <br />artificial ponds <br /> <br />at the back of <br />suburban gardens <br /> <br />mirror <br /> <br />how beautiful <br />the time has become <br /> <br />as we hold hands <br />even in sleep.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-hands-4/
