The Dawn

Night! Midnight! Dark midnight! My world, tight-lipped, awed by your tightness; stars, blind in the clouds, creatures crept, no footfalls. Hushed, I craned: will I see the morrow? Crawl past the burrow? Will my fond desires eye the light, new dawn? I winced from the pang, shoulders hunched, head on sweaty palms, gazing at space for an insight, groping for a ray of light to think right; to pry into my future. But for the pain! Then, trees stirred, branches swayed awake sleeping leaves; they winked, the leaves waved while wind sighed. I jerked, my eyes popped up at a distant dot. A ray of white light peeped from the dark folds. I stared as a ball formed, growing, blurred halo, like stained glass of a clerestory window. A midnight rainbow! I heard myself: Light! ... Then, a bang: A new dawn smiled, nestling in my bosom. © 2014