Fallow 335

The sun is rising
I can see it in the glow
Ultraviolet haze

The Eve of Christmas
The dead of winter turning
The night gently fades

The day grows longer
Just a few minutes for now
Soon to be hours

Soon to be ours
Days of bitterness behind
(Necessary/A desired) end

What of work today?
I'm in a gambling mood
Let coin flip decide

I'll clean up my act
Hoping it's for the last time
And timing is right

I hear with my ears
You have sent a clear message
Though I wake alone

Still I dream with you
A tourniquet in last days?
I pray this is true.

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