The Hour Before Dawn

Seamlessly she’s sleeping
Somewhere in the distance
Chiming tower silence
Amplify his stride
The priest reveres the pulpit
A taxi passes over
A broken cigarette
Left behind last night
The moon hangs by a thread
The leaves are all but dead
I guess tonight you’re on your own
Ripple and reflection
Clinging to the water
Somber sober moments
Curve the hands of time
A stranger softly spoken
A withered pointing finger
The bedless and bereaved
A long foreboding night
A whisper from the trees
The neons start to bleed
On the loneliest night of my life
Weeping willow waiting
To cry upon a shoulder
The city heart is beating
Neath cobbles under foot
A slender shadow lingers
Silent under lamplight
Another silhouette
Behind venetian blind
The hour before dawn
The darkest of them all
On the loneliest night of my life
As the new day begins
The old day remains for a few
Me and you