Morning Ablaze

 

Burning dawn

Scorches in refrain

Searching through scrambled thoughts

For just a moment to find myself

 

My eyelids propped open at half-mass

As the moon sails across the sky,

Like a ship at sea

Crashing against the white waves

Avoiding the yellow-red impression

 

The dew drips from branches of White Oak

As the wine of daylight creeps through the hillside

The horizon unfolds like some wicked origami

Luring me to the light

 

Shadows dancing on this thin flame of tomorrow

But we lie smoldering in the embers of the night

Motionless, as meaningless as our words

But as beautiful as our thoughts, that were lost in the meantime

 

Scented twilight of distant skies

Through purple hued awakenings

As love harbors on the edge

Of dream dipped illusions

Reviews

[Brook]

I'm surprised that nobody has commented on this yet; I found this beautiful. I fell in love with your second and second to last stanzas. Heck, I fell in love with the entire thing. You did a great job with imagery, and the last stanza definitely emphasized the dreamlike quality ("As love harbors on the edge / Of dream dipped illusions"). Wonderful poem, and congratulations on winning "Tick-Tock Yells the Alarm Clock!" in the contest.