sunrise

stark velvet chill
bits of icy illumination
surround the contented moon

ahead of me the horizon blushes
faintly rainbowing the blue-black quiet
the light is certainly coming, but the anticipation drags on

there's a ray of promise,
I think
it builds a swell of glow

the sky-blind is lifted
and like a holy unveiling,
a sacred disrobing,
the brilliance overtakes us

after the shy of it
did you expect it to be this warm, this blinding?

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