The first dew of the dawn
The first pink of the morning sky
The first bud in between the greens
The first blink of a new born’s eye.
The last star that twinkles before light
The last echo of the bells in the church
The last waft of the fog before the air clears
The last whisper of the creatures of the night
There would have been many middle moments to encounter
There would be a thousand reasons to live
But she finally gave up and drank that potion
To finally poison those moments and …forever fall asleep.
The first pink of the morning sky
The first bud in between the greens
The first blink of a new born’s eye.
The last star that twinkles before light
The last echo of the bells in the church
The last waft of the fog before the air clears
The last whisper of the creatures of the night
There would have been many middle moments to encounter
There would be a thousand reasons to live
But she finally gave up and drank that potion
To finally poison those moments and …forever fall asleep.
