dawn,

creep into my bedroom soft.

wash upon my walls of hanging treasures in this attic hobby room.

a breeze that dances papers.

awake me slowly, quietly, a tip toe across this creaky old floor.

powder pastel pink. a mess of blush on a bathroom counter.

early morning haze.

say hello in a whisper, brush my hair with your wind fingertips.

call my name crows, brighten my eyes, push away this comforter of clouds.

over these mountains lies escape.