Of Dawn

Of dawn

that dares to write my soul in crimson awe

and raise my thoughts beyond anxiety's dew.

Seeing in aqua's mercurial mirror

which carves its face as a watery mask

in the cradle of a stony vale in wonder,

a song serene unto the spirit

floating my heart over the jagged edges

where I stand on a cliff in melancholy's paralysis

awaiting the panoramic canvas waves of visionary rush

to immerse me in the pure bath of ecstasy.

 

For in a heartbeat lived among the rocky ashen clefts

beneath the stunning streaks of sanguine and saffron ribbons

tying together the ebbing hues in turquoise,

my life transcends the daily feast from angst bakery

finding heaven's fingers leaving their craftsmanship

upon this fragment of mesmerizing, natural artistry.

 

The wind sweeps across my mind with its tangential kisses,

felt with an angelic breath of inspiration,

becoming part of the rustic jewel's facets

one more glow to shine

from discovering in this moment of complete awakening

an inner sunrise from the light of God.