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
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