Dawn's Glory
Dawn ached to be seen,
Thus upon my goodbye,
To you,
Curiously….
I peeked at her
The sun’s might hit my bitter eyes
Where first I refused to see her
In my hellish, seething cries
Though she was soft,
Insistent and kind
How could I hate such a light,
Radiating willingly upon my dark and dank existence?
I wanted her to descend,
So I may wallow in my risen hells
So that I would have reason
To stay forever inside
I said goodbye
To give her rise
I prayed for breath to return to me
For joy to ease in our lives
For purpose to manifest
In a spurring geyser of fruition
This solstice of darkness shall flourish no more!
I am pressed to excavate ancient depths for this source
Of love that I have long rejected
To embrace meaningless evenings of lament
Yes—I loved your complexity
But it was truth and serenity,
And that eternity I loved more
I said goodbye
To give her rise
To give her rise
Not alone,
But in my life
Dawn’s glory
Rooted in my very will
To let go,
Wonder,
And be still
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