Purple skies. The deep is dawning, emanating bright, <br /> The infinite holds its glory in quiet secret <br /> Like cries before the dulcet storm. <br /> He is there, painting. <br /> Like colors from enigmatic doors, <br /> The eternal spreads its magic in loud freedom, <br />Empyreal eyes, the day is dawning. Perfect light.<br /><br />Jonzo Bandwagoner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunrise-the-second-day/
