Slow Dance with Dawn

Sometimes, at the break of dawn
when the sky slowly blinks awake
and the world is soft color

All I know is love.

I look at the glow
the greatness.
the vast expanse
the practiced dance

of sun meets sky
meets clouds, meets highs

but on days where the sky
won’t love me back
won’t paint me gold
won’t bathe me pink –

I hold myself up to the sky
and offer it my smiles
my hands, my songs
and I love it still
and I let it know

that a few days
of subtle glow will get me through
if a few days
of my love, will work for you