"dawnlight" poems
Paroled, I step gently into the soft dawnlight,
I feed on the cold that wraps around my ribs,
And the little sleep that clung to my eyes is purified.
I am suddenly stunned motionless by the silence,
The difference is tangible in its almost gentle touch,
The oppression is lifted and my tears are called to reverence.
The morning is upon me, with it is rebirth,
The death of darkness at the holy altar of life,
And the birds, in rustled rhythm,sing to me of my worth.
And the baptism is complete, the water hath crossed my head completely,
I will live now in the blues of the sky, the greens of the trees and browns of the earth,
I will make my home in the nests and burrows of the world, make my bed on the wind,
I will eat over the fire and bathe in the rain; soles on mud, I will make my way in the unknown,
This is my promise to you, I will reside in the beauty of this realm and seek it willingly.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
Moonset slips beneath a steel sea;
crescent sailing on the starless deep.
I sketch the hallowed sky in my dream.
Sunrise lifts from under the hills,
music stirs as dawnlight spills.
Horizon bursting,
a choir rehearsing
requiems for fallen friends.
Moonchild in the lap of a pine
singing for the wordless divine.
She wanders on the waves of her mind.
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 10:27 AM UTC
and when the sun rises,
a red sky
a red sun
shining red rays
on the rivers of blood that scatter
the field of delicate flowers.
and bodies litter the grass
showered in red dawnlight
like drops of rain on dry concrete.
and we're there - you and me
we're under the pile,
near the bottom,
because we were the first to fall.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
for do i remember far weight less colours
reaming
the mute carcass of the earth
from whom perfumed life
is boosted splintering
and releases enveigling fingers nimblest shoots and toes
who
by capricious arms smoothly
piercing slenders penetrate
hands and tongues o' demure lightness
which onto naked stillness pour
a rage of purring dawnlight
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 6:02 AM UTC
"The old order changeth, yielding place to new” 1
On that cold night Sir Bedivere looked long
Into the dawnlight where three Queens gold-crowned 2
With Arthur passed at last into the West
And the sun rose, but not upon the King
Then in the silence of the raw new year
A masterless knight turned unto the hills
And after wanderings there took the cowl
And among new faces told the beads of worlds
For us – our old year too is someone’s new
With quiet grace and faith we pass from view
1 This line appears both in “The Coming of Arthur” and in “The Passing of Arthur” in Tennyson’s Idylls of the King, framing the arcing narrative.
2 The three Queens, too, appear in “The Coming of Arthur” and in “The Passing of Arthur.” They are perhaps symbols of faith, hope, and charity from 1 Corinthians.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Daylight dreams and fairy kisses
Dance with me at dawn
We'll kiss under the bare trees
Leaves crunching as we embrace
I don't think they'll grow back
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC