Song of the night to the dawn

I open up my arms ready for the darkest night,
yet my embrace meets the trace of awaiting dew.
I ask myself if ever
it will succumb to the glory of the sun

I love you,
but like the dew in the glorious morning,
it will fade as day unfolds and prepares
for yet another morning.

But I do love you, I do.


Bangkok, midnight, 9 May 06

*i have doubt, too*