daybreak

i know it’s your favorite time of day
when the world is bathed in gold,
all hazy like the halo in your hair.

i know you don’t believe in much,
but i believe enough for the both of us;
that you are an angel walking among humankind.

you know how it feels late at night
when no one else is awake
but those in love, and those about to break.

you know you’ll pull yourself out in the morning,
all rumpled hair and vague memories,
and pretend like the red in your eyes aren’t there.

still, your halo remains,
a light glow in the gleam of your hair,
a hope for brighter days.