Daybreak

The crisp blue dawn
breathes a sharpened sigh, that,
deep and heavy, drifts
over sleeping rooftops,
unfolds into a thousand
silver grey butterflies
that hover over the dreams
of tired young men,
and shimmer and melt into
pure gold,
spilling over
into a waking clarity moment
that, drifts and clings and fades,
in the shadow of distant stars,
invisible in the day time,
but still there,
hidden in the sky,
waiting.