The blue-breath of dawn,
Wheezes out in first daylight.
The birds begin their yawns,
Greet a new day with wild chirps.
The office men wait a while to wake,
An old man will never see this dawn.
The light like strangler's fingers,
Open every curtain, rouse every window.
Blind the burning stars and waken up
The glinting waters, gruel-grey
Skies form a new slate-sky.
Dawn has come again.