The day was golden,
If a bit insecure.
The sky was hopeful of the dawn to follow.
When no light was left
The rain bled through the cracks in the stars
And we thirsted no more.
Our dreams became the new day,
The sun rose upon the grass,
The grass that held drops of water in open palm.
Flowers met the early morning chill,
Knowing of the warmth to come.
And we waited.