Coming Clean

Slowly the dawn-light creeps across the
Heaven of dusky darkness gaining definition
Opening the day with a smell of
Well-being, a promise of happiness
Eventually the light washes like
Rain cleansing the day for joy.

Purple hues become lavender, then
As the light intensity grows,
Strengthens,
Strengthens ---
Impossibly the sensation of light
Obfuscates, disappears and
Now the day carries its own identity.

9-16-98
©1998 John B. Moss