Dawn.

At the dawn of the sun,
She walked around the dew.
With the mist in the early morning.
Lingering around after the rain,
Strangely the roads lead to unknown path.
Why is it so long.
Treading far away from home.
The path led to certain threshold.

I tell you,
Her bust is softer as the silk.
On certain times she was of a bear.
And the lights of the roads shut.
With the bridges torn down and broken.
Shouting her name in darkness.
There was no echo from her.
In silence,
He disbelieved.
Now a defunct entity.
Wither on the vine as he to her.

Dawns here are quiet.
The smog of sulfur and pentane.
Burning down to the seas.
Covering the blue sky and its silver lines.
Dawns here are quiet.
There wasn't anyone but me.
He - who traveled on a lucid dream.
Now extinguishing parasols of anguish.

Asyraf Amir. 20170710.