Still Waiting for the Dawn

The curtain is drawn,
for I may have seen the last dawn.
Having passed,
through the time walls,
for nearly a half century.
Perhaps it is the final moment?
To stop fighting for my pathos;
yielding to eros divina
I might better join
the bridesmaids waiting,
in the speakable closet
with the curtain drawn,
for The New Dawn.

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