Dusk before dawn

Dawn comes before dusk, For dawn brews the day, The dance of sunlight soaring its height Deep in the sky. Yet the tides of time Drown the sound of its song, Afternoon gone, smothered with the sorrow of darkness As dusk spits its lust through the earth’s air, Tearing the cloth of light which dressed the winds. Now, naked and dim, the curtains of black sink over the land, Bland is the scene, static its dance. Shadows cast over plains, shimmers shade, Streets rest vacant and alone, craving the strolling of souls On the brick, the concrete that builds them, As soles long to pace these roads, Watching them as they rest trapped inside, the entrance of the moon shifting their life. So it would seem that we all dread the dark. But yet, as our hearts beat with the day, Uneasiness rages like rain, echoing in minds, Unable to enjoy the time we have with the sun. So how may the soaked rages of this sadness be wrung? How can we defeat the wrath of night, When it’s the cause of our fright? Undo the order, place sadness first, Immerse your soul in lost hope, So that you may hold onto the dew of the dawn Rather then dream of the coming dusk. Dance in the lessons of life, Striking stabs of strife into your skin, your soul Be birthed under the night, So that the light of rise can be your why, In my world, my plane, my reality, Dusk comes before dawn.

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

The night holds much meaning, a time for contemplation.

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the imagery conveyed here is breaktaking..the idea is so simple but you descriptive phrase is magical..very very nice work

[Amit Parmessur]

You write well.
I often browse the site here looking for talented voices, for the new magazine Golden Apple, of which I am one of the editors.

If you wish to be published in our future issues have a look at us:

http://goldenappleezine.blogspot.com/2010/10/submissions.html

We publish mostly poems and very short stories. There are no restrictions on style and subject matter as long as nothing offends.

Regards