The Dawn that Wouldn't Break

Golden light seeped out

The blacks and blues

Flew swiftly, easily

Out of reach of the yellow.

But the yellow never raised

Her head above the waterline;

She bobbed up and down

But remained sunken.

What was it to supposed be?

Up or down? Up or down?

Up, up and up! But no, no,

She went down, down and down.

She fought, her powerful yellow

Casting angry reds and oranges

Across the grey morning skies;

Will she prevail against darkness?

Or would she be the dawn that wouldn't break?