Purple skies. The deep is dawning, emanating bright,
The infinite holds its glory in quiet secret
Like cries before the dulcet storm.
He is there, painting.
Like colors from enigmatic doors,
The eternal spreads its magic in loud freedom,
Empyreal eyes, the day is dawning. Perfect light.
Jonzo Bandwagoner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunrise-the-second-day/
