![]() The SunA Chapter by Kuandio
The notes of the dragon echo slowly,
strummed chords, ascending the heat of a marble stair
meandering through jungles, for Mayan temples,
the meridian convergence among pyramids across the Nile,
to dredge a remnant jewel imbued in sands and stone,
inscribed through the history of sweat, tears, and desires.
Leaning back into stillness's embrace,
rose-amber dawn reaches, peeking through my window
the way a pleased deity gazes into a newborn's cradle.
Rays kindle the mountaintops, and awaken canopies.
Omnipresent radiance smiles renewal across creation,
bestowing warmth to cold, unattended interiors.
The immovable beacon has witnessed eons rise, disintegrate.
An intonation that parches deserts, flickering mirage aspirations,
generating strength for the miniatures to speak, and strive ...
yet in the end only the strongest monuments survive.
Years, lives, fallen legends, an endless pilgrimage,
a weary traveler beneath the shade of the trees,
studies the glass prism, revealing hues of untapped energy;
sleepy in the noon heat, it is a spiraling, hypnotic vision.
What messages of faith are kept, within the sun's blinding reign?
What salvation within solace, and awesome fire?
Plazas, metropolises, and myths of angels, chariots,
surging amidst clouds, and highest levels of atmosphere,
circling, ... a faraway rhythm through summer's drowse.
At the center of salt flats, a cerulean mirror reflects these days,
a lake shining past the shiver of winter's shadowed imaginings,
soothing away the enigma of grief,
rousing one from sleep's refuge.
Seasons are recreated, modern and tribal instruments tuned.
A breath of festivals blooming, parades, and heartfelt homecomings.
I have learned to fear you in the summer, miss you in the long night,
but have learned to love and respect you more with each year.
The intuition of the moon is a transmuted reflection,
and you the gateway to a luminous reality.
Your warm glittering breeze kisses,
knowing only to extend,
magnificent promise.
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Added on November 3, 2017 Last Updated on June 23, 2019 Author![]() KuandioCAAboutI started drawing comics when I was about four or five (not much better than dinosaur stick figures). Over time I found I couldn’t express enough through just drawing and was always adding more.. more..Writing
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