Sunrise at Willow's Bend

A Poem by Aramey

Molten honey flashes across the horizon,
the golden sun breaks the threshold of night,
her hands touch, and then pass across the lands,
spreading warmth after void of light.

I stood, afraid, doubting the integrity of such beautiful things,
knowing in the end, all things change,
but I stood there every morning, waiting
and such a day never came...
Every morning I witnessed golden hues reach across the plains.

At times the clouds would hide the dawn, a dubious storm indeed,
I would pace through a torrent of wind and rain,
again, and again... and again, waiting for heaven to break
knowing... one day it would crumble to ashes,
and I would be left in it's wake.

But as the storms subsided, the sky caught on fire,
oranges, reds, and blues... clouds painting a canvas of sun.
warmth crossed the land, touched my flesh with it's fingertips,
once again... as I stood at Willow's bend.