12-4-96

The pleasantness of dawn rises
above a horizon of beauty
within a cascade of
impurities.

The grades of colors
in the sky grow further
apart from each other and
its beauty surpasses anything
ever imagined - like a
surreal picture of a great
work of art set on
a canvas and crafted to
be aesthetically pleasing and
yet so simple.

Strangely enough the
brave moon shuns not away
from the greatness of the
sun, but rather embraces
her brother knowing that with
him she is beautiful. Her
smile blooms forth as her
sanguine colors flash for
only a short moment past
the dawns arrival.