When Dawn Breaks Across
the Stillness of the Night
By John Thomas Dodds
When dawn breaks across
the stillness of the night,
and daylight filters through dreams
of all we have pleasured and pained,
we are there for each other
unboundedly wrapped in arms and legs,
anchored to the soft and wonderful,
a wedded link to the possibility
of all that is beautiful in a relationship
where someone listens, someone cares.
Mornings are made for us, our days open
in a dance of warmth and loving, one
with the passage of light, no shadows
in and out of our hours together and apart.
The grumps, frumps and frailties of aging,
churning out the chapters of lives lived,
melt beneath the covers, drift away with each
passing moment of each and every day.
We have the pleasure of our company,
and the comfort of knowing
in our heart and soul
we are fearlessly where we want to be.
Yesterdays sauntered aimlessly,
and lulled about heaven
casting no shadow, leaving seldom behind;
now it’s all in a day’s grace
this loving space we are in,
walking giftedly beside each other
no less favored than before,
but lighter footsteps and fewer doors,
with a companion to love, trust and adore.
As we journey now,
on the evening of our lives
toward a sunset of the visible light,
more spring than fall,
more time trailing behind us
than to be laid down,
the life we share is not the beginning
for we have always known each other,
nor will it be the end
for we will always be together—
time and time again.