Tomorrow's Dawn

All is well-and-good at the start,

Until one is in more need of a well,

than any good will suffice him. 

A swift sunrise spills seams of light

into the lap of sandy shores and rolling

hills. Tomorrow's Dawn. Stones cry out and swell

like mighty oceans.

Tumbled mountains revere below shapes of 

silver.

Gold, rushes like paths and streets

And yet red

For the people