East of Eden
East of Eden, silver rays pierce
My languid eyes in oblivion;
Half-awaken by the tick of time
in the swelling of my hourglass,
For the time has come
And it is the climax. My climax.
Looking at the morning star,
My eyes shut in a speed of light
As if the scorching heat
Ignited the chariot to throttle;
And friction made it less
Painful than reality. I slumbered,
As nightmares flashed in a
Kaleidoscope of blurry visions,
Frozen, my heart is frozen;
But the star is at its zenith
Aflame by the Power. I seek
For light where the darkness dwelt,
Even if I am East of Eden.
Copyright © April Mae Berza | Year Posted 2012
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