Dawns through the darkness

Through the portals of life, I must pass a bridge beyond which dawn beckons to ward off darkness. The hazy silhouette of trees is an ethereal glow from the night sky - a negative nirvana. Floating on an ether of dark and haggard images like a vagrant in a sea of feckless innocence I hold on to the serenity of accepting a naked hope I will thrive in the eye of impending storms. I have diminished myself by wallowing on past mistakes, as I stand here on a quicksand, poised among the shadows I sense a precipice lurking before me. As someone in the dark, I know not where it is. So I cling to the coming of dawn, a mirror image of a sanctuary in my awakened mind, a resolution landing like a chariot from the heavens giving symmetry and rational design to my existence. jjote020824