At the Dawn of Midnight

At the dawn of midnight
I heard you dreaming
With the stars upon your face.
You were music, you were light
Upon the border of my own dream
Over whose roses the moon was rising.

I would walk across brightest aurora
And see sights not half as beautiful
As your eyes in the rising of day.
I could walk my way into Heaven
And never know a song as sweet
As your voice when the music sleeps.

I recognized no face in the mirror.
I saw my breath upon the river.
The wind whispered in the dew,
While doves circled in the sky.
My dream faded as I wakened
Until I saw you by my side.

I saw the moon over the roses
As the sun woke upon the trees.
I would walk upon the rays
To the window of tomorrow
And pray I see you there,
With a rose in my hand,
And a kiss upon your brow.

© 2019 Marten Hoyle