Morning Dawn's Conception
Useless desolation only mocks
implications the early morning dawn's conception.
Formed luscious curves and figures,
watching how quintessential nature lies.
Skies filled with dewdrops of angel tears,
hanging onto their salvation in fear.
Pent up tension borders this descent
pre-exist dawn in hollow borders round.
lingers in the picture it surrounds.
Confessional crescendo echoes in
the silence here I can find identity.
Envelopment calls in senses tense
and invitation that entices.
King of fisherman’s nets full and
his belly pregnant waiting the
fall and rise of harvest
My asylum a questionable sanctuary,
I watch the morning dawn and
prepare for a long death.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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