Silence pervades with deafening anticipation,
and sun, still stuck behind a jagged horizon
struggles to climb the beginning of sky,
to douse the fading, glittering night
and cleanse with morning light, or try.
Then, as if to crack, the sky does part
and sun in breach of darkness passed
in splayed, violent shards released,
streak the sky in golden orange peaks,
and morn is birthed, complete.
And as stars rescind their nightly vesture,
to fade so gently in light’s persuasion,
that iridescent blue, that endless ruse of bounds
does stretch that new sky to place, without sound
and in grace of life’s awakening, does celebrate.
And sound echoes of life awake,
greeting rise with fervent righteous intentions,
survival all that drives each soul,
to thrive within this diverse world,
and find meaning in every whim and take.
And nature’s sigh now turns to day’s event,
scurrying life and woes to vent,
joy and strife to grasp and accept,
in this myriad of our wildest dreams,
being the gift of all it seems, is sent.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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