Dawn's Dew

    i shall find you
in every cigarette to its core smoked,
in every black untied shoe,
in every eye gently, before itself, closed,

    in everything i do,
and probably everything i say,
for it's usually as bitter as true,
and in every slit pinks of day

    that end a tender night,
and in every enthusiastic air plane,
getting ready for it's flight
despite the pouring pounding rain.

    i hope i can find you,
after the storm, in every touch i share 
with the droplets of the dawn's dew,
dancing on the leaves with its feet bare.