Oct 2022
The stars pale in the distance
Hail emerges and the night listens
As soon as the sun comes out
My wait will end
The blue ceiling is on fire
Hail is scarce at this time of the year
Dust over desire
Time is lost to the tears, I won't lie
The trees whiten under the pale moon
The rising dawn is awaiting its turn
I too wait
As skies take me from my feet, illuminating me
Seasons change and time is endless
With these wings, I will circle the trees
The wait continues
For once I look at the night as it does at me
Hail emerges and the night listens
As soon as the sun comes out
My wait will end
The blue ceiling is on fire
Hail is scarce at this time of the year
Dust over desire
Time is lost to the tears, I won't lie
The trees whiten under the pale moon
The rising dawn is awaiting its turn
I too wait
As skies take me from my feet, illuminating me
Seasons change and time is endless
With these wings, I will circle the trees
The wait continues
For once I look at the night as it does at me
sadly, hello poetry has become a terrible poetry website. but this poem is about coming to terms with death and rebirth. This is in the simplest terms an ode to midnight and how a person passing before dawn finds the beauty in its odd happenings.
