Craig Dawson Poems

The Busker

The harbour lights were shining bright
as the ferry left the quay,
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I write these words upon a train, bound for where I just don't know
like the road we walked upon - no idea where it would go
we followed on together then and lost ourselves as the road it frayed
you cannot judge your destiny when hope begins to fade.
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Jenna Lee is sleeping
in her bed with the curtains drawn.
I step so soft beside her
like the first faint light of dawn.
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