Right Before the Dawn

*this is inspired by Frederico Garcia Lorca's poem "The Guitar" Nightime falls in the south of Spain Guitars begin to weep Wine glasses shatter in the dead of night Broken stars upon the street Thoughts of you and the days of old Turn my heart to stone and my blood runs cold Some say the darkest hour is right before the dawn. Seven days since I've seen my bed Six more 'til I reach your door Adrift on a sea of dreams and lust I washed up on the shore The night I crashed, I saw her face My journey's end, my holy place The clouds will lift and the seas will part right before the dawn. Sunday morning at five o'clock Night begins to wain It's clear and cold, the moon still bright With yesterday's refrain When it comes to faith, call my stock The keys to the doors that won't unlock Daylight's almost breaking and it's right before the dawn.