I’ve known dawns like a few others
I’ve seen its eerie hues
its darkest shades
I’ve seen it lift its covers
unveiling only the beautiful side to those who wake up to the soft kiss of sunshine
its blacks and greys changing into bright yellows and pinks
showing its dulls to only those who’d call them mysterious and not scary
intimidating and not ugly
I think we’re all like the rising dawn
lifting our covers to only those who can bear the weight of the greys and the pinks on
the same platter
only those who can balance our yellows and blues on the same canvas
to those who’d wake up at 5
and patiently wait for the sky to have the courage to wind its weeping hues
into a new morning
a new dawn.
