Dawn
Dawn is chirp-filled, clear and gallant
On this blessed day
What oils and easel did the Maker use
When His right brain urged the cause
For this splendor to be
Looks normal to most
But my vantage today
Brings subtlety to a boiling point
The dew's yawp stretched
Beyond the cheers of parched soil
The ambiguous sky yearning for blue clarity
Yet stuck in a smoky maze
The spaces and faces are scattered
Some appear empty
Some return from the midnight journey
And the rest fortunate for their consciousness
Regardless of state or purpose
I'm ok
Even startled
By that which resonates today
A bit louder than the ones before
Or maybe
For the first time in ages
I find myself truly awake.
(7/8/11)
Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2017
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