Dawn
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Stand here upon the snow and frost,
Breathe in the cold chill of winter's dawn,
And be born anew
The brink of light that breaks the night,
Like an ardent soldier and a hefty knight.
As the sun beams through the sky far and wide.
Drawing clarity on everything in its sight.
The rooster's crow warns me that dawn has comeMy sleepy eyes resist my need to riseI blindly reach for her but she is goneThen hear a sound that much to my surpriseReveals she hasn't left but still is near
Soft pink illuminations trickle through
The thread bare membrane of curtains
Dribbling light down the windows ledge
Selene
goddess of the moon
if she were here in present day
would be known to travel the world
admiring the beauty
of nature in all its glory
I have a feeling
A man can learn all that he can,
Can know so much he need not plan,
Could see it all, across all worlds,
And yet he’d be but half a man.
With sight Omnipotent he has,
I've dreamt of becoming the moon,Just for once to have the role of the,Introvert.Listening to the organisms,Of Earth.Observing.Without words to be spoken.
Dragging hearts,
Falling feats,
Fading art,
Slowing beats,
THEN
Gaining vigor
Moving on,
Growing rigor,
Finding dawn.
Stillness-
All suspended in time
Rustling leaves sway to the gentle breeze.Distant birds hail the waking sun.
Shifting-
Mist lifts to rainbow drops.
Words drift into
Oblivion
The night stretches into
Morning
Alarm rings into
Irritation
Dawn breaks into
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the sun peeks over the rooftops
warming the sliver of horizon visible from my window
city pigeons transform into morning doves
silhouetted against soft yellow melting into blue
Dawn has never been my muse
Though my spring to her may disagree
A slumber sweet and succulent
Brings unwanted tendencies
To wake I must for day has come
A friend or foe she be
The night is growing old.
Young, dewy eyes watch as the rays of morning sway.
The warmth of dawn meeting with her dark lover,
If only for an hour.
Soon the sky will be filled with morning gold.
In the garden, a bird, a flowergold the edge, gold the dawn that hoversa song of summer, a tiny sparrow perchedlong upon the woody yarrow, that musky fills the aira redolent warmly breeze, brushes by the maple trees
I am awoken, not by sounds.
The sun egging me on with its rays to arise.
Birds conversing, cheerful small talk.
Inviting me to join the world outside.
The breeze, a mornings greeting.
Birth of Dawn
look down,
breath's thick in your mouth,
drifting out like dragonsmoke.
the grass beneith your feet,
damp with the crisp kiss of false dawn.
On a wet and windy noon,
I feel the rain and the pain as I run.
Aware that the day will end soon,
I return home after great fun.
When nights fall,
I sit in my room and fear
Apples galoreCrisp fall airSunshine foreverplays with your hair.
Hay mazes andPumpkin patches.Again the world whorls.Your breath catches.
Now the summer has come and gone.
The school year starts like the break of dawn.
On the far horizon I see its glow.
What lies ahead? I do not know.
I'll find out soon, I have no doubt.
Those who don’t have Insomnia
Will never truly know what it’s like
It’s like never being tired
It’s like being tired but not being able to sleep
It’s a blessing and a curse
You sit awake all night
Life brings many pains,But better not to grieve themUntil tomorrow.
Wait for dawn to sayIt is worth your tears to cryFor last night's sorrow.
On a clear night, I look up and think
that the sidewalk would rise vertical
so that I may walk
all those miles to the stars
and on a bright morning
as the sun still nudges the horizon,
Like that of a golden petal blossoming in the shade of an old oak whose petals are adorned with sapphire accent only the blessed will see but blessed are those who shall see this rare bloom this blue moon flower. My shaded Dawn.
A field
Of untrimmed berries
Lies in darkness;
As a rust-redpickup
Lumbers in,
Sleep-eyed children
Clutching Mommy
Wait
For something only they can hear.
It gathers,
Fading… like the dawn, reaching out for chivalry
Shivering, they lacking passionate heat, I’m billowing
A bitter sweet, bit of a black sheep, while I stack these...
Bars won’t hold me back from laughing, outlasting’
A waking soul of Western slumber rises
Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood,
Tipping over its goblet of honey,
And bathing the wild in glimmered ambience.
With the golden knight’s arrival, comes forth
My mind wanders to the peeling paint
To the bleeding stars in the night sky
My eyes scan the bland nothingness
My lips murmur to the silence
There's soft music in the darkness
An entire concert in my ear
Do your hands move slowly
To your heart beating only
Does your mouth foam
Waiting for the chance to roam
Are you lying on the grass
Feeling young and weightless
Welcome to my world...
My world will kill your fear.
This world of mine is full of love,
Yet emptiness is near.
Standing atop the world,
Feeling the wind whirl around me,
I gaze into the distance.
Gradually the darkness is banished,
The stars fade to the glory of the golden globe
That rises high above me.
