a jumble of words [poetry]

d a w n

at the break of dawn,

peach and gold silk strings race down the horizon

at 10 to 5 on the rusted clock

the sun breaks its silence

stretching its' arms to shake hands with the night sky,

saying their hello's and goodbye's

an unspoken beauty grows slowly

and is almost esoteric,

but with only few to watch

the silence presents itself as deafening

and as dawn switches to day

it leaves in a rush,

only letting its peach and gold layered strings race around

just to shortly after say goodbye

- k.p.