up before the dawn
The sky seemed to burn the night I awoke at five.
Like it was expecting me.
The streets paved in faux moonlight
and gutters glittered in gold,
washed all day by a strange summer wind,
seemed to light up the night from the ground up.
The moon was a memory
long since burned away.
I hadn’t seen her for nights.
The traffic had mostly died down.
It was quiet when I woke up.
Like some great mechanized fog on some far off glen or countryside is burned away by the night, the fog of quiet that had befallen the city lifted and just dissipated like the night.
fleeting and feeting one more poet for the night,
the stars had slipped away unnoticed,
as cheeks were washed with music
and music with good spirits
the thought of you..
I was standing near an open window taking pictures of the sunrise when the city seemed to gain consciousness.
I did too.