I'd like to be gone when it happens

At a sunrise that will never be seen
Lizards examined the air

&

Count tear drops 
within 
Dawns pink sheets
until they evaporate 

&

Birds evenings songs
become complete



Spitting a kiss
That rides days breath.

It's declared

So they start anew


taste truth
&
It has survived the night


No bars
No windows dressed
No broken
silent hisses


The mid of this day

Heats the skin

Makes them sway & rock
no need for rubber sticky sock

Quite simple see


The Heat
The ride
A world at ease within its self

&

Self Doubt cuddled up to Listen to me, 
sleeping
High on a shelf covered in dust
                                               Waiting for evolution to arrive.....

Will that, be a beautiful dawn?.