Realized at Morning's Dawn

late night observations from 21 years ago that were put upon the page.

 

With the rising of the sun

comes the end of the night's

peaceful silence.

    With the rising of the sun

    the songbirds awaken

    one by one...

the sky slowly, gradually dissolves

from black into blue.

    The song of the bird~

    becomes the symphony of the flock.

There are background subtleties

and punching symbols,

as well as lonely, aching cries....

Repeated, repeated.

     The sun brings it's masks of color

     to the day.

     The sky ~

               The clouds ~

                     Come within reach.

With the day comes

the solid feel of nature.

Everything is visible...

everything can be sensed.

Life becomes more understandable

with the brightness of day.

Yet, as day travels into night...

life flows in reverse.......

the songs diminish

            one by one:

                         those lonely aching cries go last.

The sky dies brilliantly

       In ~~ pink, orange, red, purple, blue, black.

Black ~ ~ ~

            makes the sky deepen

Stars ~ ~ ~

            make the sky mysterious

Wonderment ~ ~ ~

            is the night...

                               when the last song is tucked away.

        The peaceful silence sings...

                                      songs of thoughts,

           songs of words,

                              songs of dreams...

                     kept company by mystery,

               overseen by stars

                           and lit by the shining moon.

Peaceful is the night - - -

          when filled with these.

 

                 

 

Reviews

[Jazlean]

wow. This is an amazing piece. The images and sounds it evokes as it shows a balance and full circle of an earths roatation. The contrast and yet beauty each holds was brought to life by your words.
brillant write, I love it. accompanied my images and sounds this would just be so powerful.
well done.
~Jaz