Sunrise

All the golden hues are
humming on your skin,
and all the softly calling birds
are circling in the dim,
the darkness spreading into light
is warming up the breeze,
the clouds that sweep across the sky
move shadows on your sleeve,
and on the road ahead of you,
your eyes are forward-fixed,
and on the steering wheel in front
your fingers sit transfixed,
you give no glance to trees that pass,
their branches spreading over,
the sun is dancing on your back
and I am barely sober,
the morning light, it hurts my eyes
and I can’t stop from crying,
and all the while, you look ahead,
into the sun that’s rising.