seep

seep

a jagged, early palette

pierced needle blue, bends

around the moon

flint fingers of lilac

haul back the night

as splintered gold, stirs

trees with backlight

minutes in blue, seep

patiently, 

a gentle dissolve

pale dragged pink

and lemon rose

from the bent backed brow, rises

bright, the eye of the sky

stringing high,

blinking paper lanterns

of dawn

all, is alive