Hope all your dreams are born in the realms of sleep and awaken in the dawn as reality.
Be safe all.
The Poet
SUNRISE
A somber dark night draws to a close,
mankind’s earthen stars add a surreal tint to the
landscape,
streetlights striving to hold back the night.
Liquid shadows writhe and merge draping buildings,
unaware of dawns swift approach.
Suddenly, far off in the east,
the pale blue of the dawn perforates the sky,
each growing shaft of light awakens the land.
A dying night bemoans its wail of anguish,
its shadows torn to shreds on dawn’s luminous tide,
amid the dawn chorus to the death of night.
Steadily the world awakes with a smile and a yawn,
grateful to be alive to greet a new sunrise,
unaware of the epic battle being fought,
for the start of a new day.
SUNSET
Crimson rays
of surreal sunlight
bathe the
land in bloody shades
of deepest
reds and pinks,
adding a
strange alien hue, akin to the red planet.
Once white
billowing clouds clot the horizon,
stifling the
bloody tints of the fading sun,
Mother Nature’s
bandages,
striving and
failing to quell the end of another day.
Accepting
defeat,
revelling in
its final blood red beauty,
the rapidly
setting sun slips majestically
into the
waiting arms of the horizon.
Burning
deepest red in defiance,
the grateful
day lays down its head.
Darkened
shadows reveal the night,
rushing
headlong, extinguishing all in its path.
The Smile
How the
lily in your hair,
paled in colour
with you there.
A smile
you show for the world to see,
yet no
smile remains for me.
But I am
blessed in my heart
have
known the truth from the start.
No more
smile do you need to send
for our
hearts entwined until the end.
THE WIND CALLS
YOUR LOVE TO ME
Breath catching, the scent of your beauty
rides upon Autumn squalls and dances through my
senses.
Seemingly alive, close to touch, yet,
remaining mere vapours coursing through my heart.
Each torrid draught carries a soft lament of your
voice,
your dulcet tones whipped away amid the wild torrents.
Upon swirling zephyrs, each note slips beyond my
grasp,
torn from reach, riding my pain in whispers.
Salient autumnal winds howl their laughter,
mocking the cry of a soul in anguish.
When calm returns the silence brings death,
no whispers ride the breeze,
my heart aches to hear the wind call your name,
revealing your love to me in a forest lullaby.
What an absolute delight! Sunrise and sunset.....and the two favourites as a bonus. Not sure which I enjoy most.....Your nature poetry or your love poetry.
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