Daily Dawn

Metropolis awake; the streets arise
with dawn. The buildings stand and shine cerise
while velvet eventide retreats and dies.
The never-sleeping city’s shifts release
the ever grinding gears of its machine.
On Chrysler’s spire, the rising sun impaled,
holds pinned the glowing gem of bright citrine,
illuminating neighborhoods unveiled.
The flares of window-fire, jewels inset,
explode with colors born when dawn erupts
and bursts on skylines tall.  We soon forget
the daily dawning tide. The rush disrupts
and presses us to hurry and disband,
released from brilliant, burning Day’s command.