Aubade
The night was short, but the day will be long,
So I’ll keep you close, I’ll listen for your song.
I will attend to what your voice may say
In everything that might come my way,
In breeze, in clouds, in steps, and overtone
Promising how we’ll never be alone.
Even though we’ll be driven apart by light
When darkness returns, we’ll be folded tight.
Author: Joe Kleponis
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