Illumination Ritual
The night,
raven black with shadows deep
taunts and terrorizes
the very soul
but never will it forever
possess eternity
for the morning star
is powerful in her
dawning ritual
slowly chasing the shadows
of the dreaded night
back into the corners
of the minds furthest reaches
as her slender golden fingers
stretch lazily across the land
the darkness retreats
in honor, respect and fear
for nothing has more power
over darkness’ grip on death
than the golden goddess of the day
her warm and shining face
and her forever timely
ritual of illumination
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment