DAWN

A moment exists,

Before her white eyes pierce through her velvet slumber. It’s when the city is still dreaming about a new day.

Flickering lights wrestle against the night, like feet searching for the cool spots on the sheets.

Is it luck that each breath stings with assurance of the next?

Listen to the dull hum of nocturnal dwelling dissolve into an earthly orchestra of hope.

A moment exists,

When endless possibilities fill the horizon, incessantly feeding all the realities that can be created.