Our dawns are different, yours and mine.
The difference lies, I think,
in my wide open country
and your crowded city sky.
Mine drips slow over the horizon
in gentle peach, pastel pink, yellow.
Yours, splashes noisily in riot of hue,
Slashing crimson, orange, fuschia, vibrant.
Reminding me once again
of how distant our two lives,
and how faraway my gaze
when i think about
looking into your eyes.