Dawn

Softened around the edges.
Lose yourself in the pink,
Purple and orange skies. Bridges

Are crossed on the brink
Of a new day. The city lights
Are dimming and shrink

Down while the young nights
Emerge and blossom into
Something like beautiful sights.

To be seen. I look into you,
My hope for erasing mistakes
And the forever blue

Skies. The sunlight that shakes
Me awake, fade and submerge
Into darkness. My foot on the brakes

Loosens and I try to purge
Everything bad. It always pokes
And prods. It will urge

Me to go forward. All the strokes
Of the paintbrush will keep
Me awake. Eventually it will coax

Me into a deep slumber and sleep
Where I dream of soft clouds.
There I will count every sheep.
 
*inspired by “Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk" (quote by Stephen King) and entered into Dusk, prologue to Night competition.