It's dawn again, I heard you say
Your tired voice spoke volumes with it's tone
I think you meant the world is black
When you called the moon a worthless stone
I know the light has left our day
I know the night has slowly touched our eyes
But all the seasons ever say
'paint quick, paint quick, this scene, before we die'
And I have painted on so many nights
Your face, your smile, at least what's left of late
Upon the ceiling's faint white tile
With a sky and a moon and a barren slate
But now I cannot stop the dawn
New days will come; I have no say in this
The sun will rise with another look
While the moons all die with a frozen kiss
Ben Paynter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-now-i-cannot-stop-the-dawn/
