Pen-Tipped Dawn
By MissKate
May 27, 2002

I looked out the window
As the dawn settled in,
However this time,
My eyes saw
Something unknown.

The sunrise,
With its brilliant colors
And new hope,
Was now decorated
By a poets hand.

Like an enveloping rain,
A masterful brush
Painted delicacies
Upon the new day,
Not failing to miss
Or single out
Any simple notion.

Each syllable
Each fragment
Each tiny letter
Was crafted
By an imaginative eye,
Casting upon the world
An unexplainable
Point of view.

The sun burned warm
With details of "Heaven's eye"
While the crystal dew,
Lined with "cool" and "moist,"
Slipped from grassy blades.

Every breathtaking sight
Was put into words
By the loving artist's mind,
Giving rise to the dreams
Of a long forgotten desire.