The clouds glow orange and pink
And a colour I’m sure has no name
The world is waking
The sun is laying out her wares
I can hear someone sweeping their steps
The lady across the road
(who always smiles at me)
Is opening her shutters
A few blocks down I can already make out the garbage van
Rumbling through the streets of Woodstock
Disposing of any evidence that we are infact human
Behind me the sun is climbing
A thousand golden city eyes tell me so
Reflecting her beauty back at her
(they can’t seem to get enough )
Slowly the day is becoming
Less twilight and sanctuary
More hustle and bustle
The mountain looks down at me
Clothed in pink dawn
But not in a condescending way
With a question in her gaze
She knows when she calls
I will run
And as the day creeps forward
And the noise of this world descends
She knows
I will run