sunrise

watching the sunrise holding onto the railing on a boat.

sunrise

fiery flames of color herald change and a new day.

tomorrow is yesterday

my breaths seemed to have paused,frozen in time, to this icy wind,as the nighttime slowly lifts,taking with it the cover of stars – all glimmering and twinkling in good-bye –leaving behind the residue of midnightdrifting away in the face of blinding lightreflecting the puff of my breath – the shape of today (or was it