Dark to light

The sky's dying embers hail the immanence of night's hushed, soft, cold kiss,

chilling life's lust; leaving misty, gray, crumbling ashes of dreams.

Here salvation's glowing spark fades into dust, awaiting resurrection.

O Helios, awaken your steeds, unearth this revenant from night's tomb.

Bring your fiery broom to sweep away the cobwebs of sleep

and spread your whitewash of light across the dusky dungeon floor.

Paint past's dark slumbering shadows with brilliant, shimmering light.

With flaming fingers, grip and rend asunder myth's bursting spun chrysalis

exposing naked breathing flesh of illumination, with wings of a new spring day.

Reviews

[nadia dmitri]

Wow what imagery!!! "night's hushed, soft, cold kiss, chilling life's lust; leaving misty, gray, crumbling ashes of dreams" this line is so powerful and just sophisticated. I love your poetry so much :)

[Soren]

You humble me and make me blush with your kindness. Thank you so much for the most generous words they are deeply valued.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I liked the descriptive qualities imbued in this write. The praise of morning; don't the little birds even sing of it? Every day is a new adventure, a new opportunity and a fresh start. I enjoyed the read.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and most kind words they are most appreciated.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Soren… it seems that the Will of God may intervene and move Mountains to do what must be done. softly, Pat

[Soren]

Thank you for your review and comment