Celestellar

it\'s still dawn, Philip

I can smell the looming morning breeze
some are still snoring
yet my eyes are still awake
I can feel the heaviness inside

I peek at the slightly opened window
there, the bluish skies are telling me to bear with it
the longing is excruciating and
my body misses resting early

I will sleep when it\'s morning
so I couldn\'t remember your smiles on the day
I can keep the nest of our memories
only sheer when it\'s dark, perfect past midnight

this fragile heart wants to ask you every time,
how\'s your very first blush of sunshine?
and if you could ask me the same, I\'d say
\"it\'s still dawn, Philip\"