the flickering of the sleepy stars,
and the arrival of the new day.
The silent, still, crimson clouds,
have left me nothing to say.
If i would have been a painter,
I would have painted the colors,
the joys of the morning,
the hues of the lovers.
Just then a lightening struck across the sky,
Brightening the night’s memories in my heart,
A group of birds, wings open, turned by,
to embrace me, this new day, this new start.