Only a pink glow gives it away,
On the water sits a single Sailboat,
Her sails are tucked away like the new day's secrets,
But her frame stands tall to welcome the morn,
The water is so smooth,
The Lady boat so still she seems trapped in time,
Only the sky,
Gently lighter,
Brighter,
Breaks the illusion,
Time has not stopped,
Yet how romantic to think,
Perhaps such a moment might be captured,
Might be treasured,
Tucked away like Her sails,
Until needed,
The pink fades,
The sun breaks the horizon.
This poem was inspired by a sunrise I got to see one morning after getting off work at 6am. Feeling exhausted, I was quite pleased to be greeted by such a lovely picture when I walked back to my dorm building. Looking out over the hills to the Hudson river, I very much enjoyed my walk. When I got back to my room, I took several minutes looking out our back window at the changing sky. It was then, 6:15 in the morning, after being up all night, that I delayed sleep for a few minutes longer to scribble out my ideas.
