Turn out the lights
catch the night’s bequest

Train your eyes on the horizon
sunrise is approaching

Notice how blue is shading
from deep to pale

There are no shadows
Cast by the moon
Hiding behind the clouds

Sounds reverberate from
an airplane drifting
to a landing

Morning’s quiet
regains the stage

Until a Robin chirps
a wake-up call

Sunrise is approaching
advancing from east to west
lighting the sky

Rocks whiten to become obvious
against the pallid grass of winter
robbed of nutrition by the cold of January

No orb announces today
the sun is rising although hidden
behind dense condensation

The orange orb of the sun
will not flood the skyline

The fever of night
has become the pale of the day

Mortal pink to gray crest -
the fox sun and cloud hedge
advance thin as wax,
strew frost on the yard,
& wrist peach away,
as light leaks, hours ahead.

Winter sunrise
sings of hope
forgotten fire
in a frozen world

Sky is a roof
we can never touch.
Our feet stuck
on the ground
can't get rid off the dust.

Neither can we breath
without drowning
into the air.

Then we can say
every morning we can
scoop up a new sunrise!

Then there is an expiration
date set for each of us.

Gained all that in store
in the world?
But which way
is the way out?
Can anyone find
the exit time
before it comes?

what would you do
if it was just me and you
with nothing else
but just the moon
lighting up your bedroom
would you look in my eyes
maybe then you'd realise
that what I see in you
it's brighter than any sunrise
would you dance for me
as the stars gleamed
as we talk about space
laying in arms
would be the perfect place
would we at the night sky stare
would you be playing with my hair
or would that be too much
of an intimate touch
so as the dawn breaks
and the world starts to shake
the morning breeze wanders
I can't help but ponder
what would you do
if it was just me and you?