A New Day

A million stars lie at my feet with red and oranges flickering bright mists of darkness flow by them with the scent of burning wood here and there I can see bundles of rags that so still lie and with fear from them I look turning my eyes from what I would not see on both sides the burnt out shells up thrust bones of blackness of the hopes and of dreams stolen in the black of night distant cries can be heard like the baying of hunting hounds trembling trying to quicken dragging feet fleeing what behind me is wants of one against another turned both were right and both were wrong excepting not the other one seeking in anger to destroy cool wind brushes against my face chilling the drops that there lie slowly stiffens my wet clothes the dark stains I would deny seeking that which lies ahead a dim glow of golden light lying on the horizon far a soft beacon that calls to me I would leave the fears behind seek the joys denied to me shining hope of what might be in the dawning of the new day