poems+writings

dawn breaks the seam
of the new day
sitting ripely
on the pinnacle
between yesterday
and the morrow
tickling the belly
of the clouds
and laughing
with the last sparkles
of stardust
floating towards
the dreamers
needing yet
to dream
dawn waits not for me
but i sit
in the darkness
knowing she will be
like a faithful dog
drawing near
silver and faint
then rushing in
a burst of beauty
blink
and she is gone
off to burst
the seam anew