sunrise

that cool, billowing thread of light

unwinding cross the horizon

opening the eyes of the sky

and the eyes of all beneath her

the stretch, stretch, stretch

of midday

like a thick drop of paint

in a basin of water

venturing far and wide

staining its borders

we squint at such majesty

and note the golden swirls

a gilded shimmer stoops low

and bathes the stars in ocean waves

in the coolness of the eventide

she hangs each orb above her

like linens on a wire

oh how they speckle

and glisten

and flicker

until they are once again plucked

and worn

by

sunrise