Dawn

The moon a solitary tear
On the soot smeared cheek
of the night sky
made its way down and into
the mouth of the heavens,
which opened, filled with
the glowing embers of
daytime’s furnace heat.
The crystal lace of
morning dew danced into the fog.
I sat and there watched the face
Of the heavens
sad and ebullient and terrible and beautiful and magnificent…
touched by God, and unlike anything.