Here it is dawn,
My eyes have just opened,
and the sun is watching me
with untroubled love, waiting.
It is a fresh canvas spread before
my brand new eyes.
Only the sun and the silence
are watching, waiting.
vials of pale blue peace,
the almost pearl whiteness of love,
pure energy, green as grass.
Rust memories, opal tinted dreams,
Hard skills, all orange and cobalt.
But that’s not all.
I also have storm gray doubt,
Acid lemon judgment, bitter olive envy,
And blood red anger.
They are all here, unopened tubes,
Lined up in front of my hours.
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