ecce caelum

behold the photon that carries hope,
a scattered shard of dawn that waves
from the sun,

on high
& so very
far away;

one of a million minute things
that coalesce into beauty;
strands of a sensory hymn
that sing

sweetly
& so very
softly.


*
the morning mourns
in its own lovely way;

the soft dew weeps
and grey clouds linger,
but sunlight sings
and butterflies flutter by.

it is time to wake up.