The Shadow of the Morning

Singing softly, my silence caresses my regret,

Stilling these trembling lips, I sway on the precipice,

Spider threads snapping one by one,

Lift me to mysterious heights and drop me like a stone,

A puppet on strings of hope and desperation,

Frantically searching for meaning, one final respite,

Deeper, darker, and more broken, I emerge,

Silent and still in the shadow of regret's visage,

Dark sunrise, sink into my soul,

Give to me one last reprieve,

Give me the strength for sweet surrender,

To see a life's dream reborn,

Deep within the dust of ashes long forgotten,

Deep within the shadow of the morning.