Hush the Distant Roar of Darkness

I cannot hear even a whisper
when daylight stretches
into my dreamer’s sea
to hush the distant roar of darkness.

When the sun lies upon the lips
resting on all the wonder
before my eyes.

I am speechless as I find
the valley of golden roses
where sweetness
separates each breath
of beauty I inhale.

Pure joy brushes in waves
across the skies
and swirls down
upon the mountains
as I am gently held
by the hand of morning.

How could I possibly
tell the comfort
of my dreamer’s sea
that I wish for the moon
to continue shining down so free.

When I have been captured
by the beauty
that glanced my way
when daylight stretched out
his golden hand to me.

Author's Note

I love the morning............

Reviews

[Vanessa Rico]

Haha I am exactly the opposite! I am like a zombie getting out of the bed in the morning. I shuffle about to do tasks bathe, change and feed Brody and around 9 or 10 I am semi-awake. Anyway this is beautiful and captures your love for the morning! Another great write! Much love!

excellent poem. stirring visuals and feelings. I can get the sense of joy, love, and peace you get from the golden sunrise.

[Lilly Negoi]

oh my, what an exquisitely luminous imagery! splendor! sheer splendor dear Neva!!

[WynterPhoenix]

This is amazing!

[Sri Gawn Tu Fahr]

I love this Neva..... it is love arriving on the breath of a wind... soft, gentle and graceful... invigorates my senses and makes me smile

[BlackCl0ud]

This simply made me smile. The poem is an innocent in a creative cradle and made my heart swell. My thoughts will linger on this poem.

[unknown]

I believe the sun and moon are great bearers of light. You have the sun when it's already daylight and the moon and stars in the darkness. You can dream in both. Fantastic poem Neva :-)

[Joel M Frye]

The fourth stanza especially speaks to me, Neva...a lovely capture of early morning and peace.

[Letemdangle]

Wish I could see my mornings like that. I'm too groggy. Reminded me when I was younger and care free waking up in the Laurentian mountains while camping. Very lovely poem.

[LA Lorena]

I'm with you Neva, I love mornings, especially summer mornings, when the world is asleep, except for me and the quiet sounds of nature. There is a stillness, a perfect calm tranquility that you can't find at any other time of day. Reckon that's why I get up at 4 am every day. I loved this poem, nicely done!

[Lily Mae]

Beautiful...x