I'm too spaced out to put anything down. Can't seem to organise my thoughts. It's thanks to fellow-blogger Pinku that I've picked up my pen...errrr...keypad. So, a poem it is, simply for a lack of incidents...significant or otherwise.

New Dawn

Incandescent triangles of honey gold

Stab and pierce the windows, 

Searching through every fold and every wrinkle,

Creeping under the covers of the unmade bed

Seeking...

To dry the tears of a crumpled soul,

Left over by a cruel night.