THE LAYERS OF A DAY

A dawn is born
in plume and flame,
radiant,
charming
whispering dreams
into the dark chasms
where we get drunk
upon fantasy's wine.
But time dresses
the weaves of seconds
with the unexpected
till is adorned
under countless
garments of memories.
Sometimes
one is comforted
by the attire,
others
life being worn
under a pauper's rags.