World Ahoy!: Dawn

The waning moon hung in the apricot tree

like a giant orange left by some cuckolding squire.

The fragile branches seemed too frail

to bear the burden of its’ gold.

Ten minutes and the sky paled for dawn,

the tree now Cinderella in the morning light.

The crows croaked asthmatically to tell the world

the early rays shone low, the air hung cold.

Twelve hours of reality to steer

till the return of intimacy and fun,

the night of illusion when the world is what we make it,

a place of love, of mystery, or horror,

a time for stories, make-believe, and laughter.

Silence waits unseen

for eyes, now blinded by the world,

World Ahoy!