Dawn Dance

Whispy ghostly grey faces form and diminish

The drumbeat of my dream state dissipates

The green watery depths of my eyes open to strands of echoing red, romancing through thin lines at my window

The staunch night has passed and the skyline reaches outwards now

The birds sing in wonder as the mighty sun announces its majesty from below

The brightness is staggering and its warmth instantly hits my skin, as its white shards lash out in every direction

The day becomes rich with sound and movement

Few stop to look up, to look outwards, to even look around

The mechanical rush hour of silence ends

I however stand upon my balcony as somersaulting clouds stroll their way on by, bright specks of tinted wings take flight

And only the insects stop to inspect the marigolds

Tall timbered oaks stretch out beneath the sparkly black soil

They sway the dance of morning’s tenderness

Surrendering themselves to the slow waltzing wind

Reaching onwards eternally

Grasping at the sunlight

In which bears life

Another leaf spins its way to the ground, plum pudding red swirling into yellow and green

And the tanned limbs of towering trees are strong but silent in their ways

Beneath the greenery, another world unseen to me

Platoons of ants patrol and spiders wait patiently to feel the bite on their hand lines

Their net cast out awaiting the morning’s first catch

Snails ooze their way across concrete grey and felines lie beneath the sunshine

As streams of water cascade over my body

Warm and reflecting of the colours that pass through it

I cleanse myself of the old day

And ready myself for this new day of forever unseen wonders