Inside
Channel: John Newman
Date: 2013-10-07

Dawn upon my windowsill.
Night recedes in submission,
Rays of sunlit glory parting the sky
Like minute beacons of morning.
Songbirds announce the new day
With little bursts of melody.
The shroud of darkness routs before
The coming dawn
As bark, grass, soil, all emerge in
Pristine focus.
The world defines itself, crisp images
Forming into living breathing, coherent
Shapes of wonder.

And inside,
I Die