Dawnings
where are you?
By Nicholas Hooper
it seems like I lost you somewhere in the darkness
tunnels of twisting roots and wet muddy earth
came between us as, lost in a labyrinth, your shadow vanished
and seeking you has become an early burial
hand outstretched I search with blinded eyes
finding that what I thought… was made of clay
when your look was shining light and stars that filled my sky
and your mouth a smile that warmed all hearts
somewhere in this world I will find you
though strive as I will with all the effort of man
I will always be looking in the wrong direction and miss you
until, tripping over your feet, I will come face to face with you
and find love once again
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper