Evanescence

Evanescence
lifting the night air from the earth swirls
into cool air
thinner than my breath
undressing quickly I flew
to walk in the tendrils
between worlds seen and unsettled and the coming
of the new
shaking dreams from my night hair
tucking the stars in my eyes away
for another day

Taking my inspiration for this poem from this magnificent morning sky. It is not as often I step out as part of the secret society of early risers but it is worth every midnight moon to greet the day like this.

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2016