False Dawn

He walked down the streets of an empty city

In haste for soon the night would shrug off its dark overcoat

Into the oblivion of surrounding space

And sat he upon the shores of the endless waters.

There in the faint light he saw ships approach the port,

First the sail and then the hull,

And then the ship itself in all its splendour.

There in the faint light he saw snow-white seagulls kiss the sea,

And then rise up and soar again into the endless vaults of the skies.

But he did not see the dawn he waited for,

He saw only the faint light, hesitating to barge into the night,

As if the faint light hesitated to shine between the endless waters and the endless skies.

Go away, faint light, false dawn, for he has no need of you.

He waits for the real sun to rise.

He waits and waits.