Posts Tagged ‘dawn’

Into the thrill of clattering hooves,

black steel on the stony street,

red sparks flitting like fairies in the night;

into the night

vivid as the jungle with its wriggling shadows,

and amber eyes, the lights

small and white through canopy of shadow;

into the forest

with its ground of beige dust,

and pines and spruces

regaling times of fire

and rising like turrets with jewel-needles;

into a new sky

more infinite than a road

and flatter than mirror

where clouds drift above like friends

watching a companion dive into an ocean.

Cruel Dawn

curls her mischievous hair-

glowing flames of flamingo pink

and citrus orange,

into the window

to settle on eyes like buzzing insects,

irritating one’s eyes out of landscapes

of the mind,

and into the dimly lit room

as real as paint,

where one sighs

as hooves, night, jungle, forest, sky

fleetly leave one’s eyes.

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I wish you knew me.

Many a day I have longed

for simply the comfort of your smile,

and the tenderness of your laugh-

brighter than any day in July,

and more musical and inviting than a grand orchestra.

 

But you do not know me.

I am as unreal to you

as the palette of dawn,

intangible and many times

invisible, because you keep your face to the ground,

because you dare not to dream

of soaring the way I dream of you.

What torments You?

Your pincers are twitching

abnormally.

You see, we are born

to combat like this.

You shrink at Dawn,

I recede at Dusk.

What torments You?

Is it the sea

sweeping up against your legs?

But that’s Your home.

It should worry me, not You.

Is it this shadow?

this moonless dark

that I create?

We are of the same size.

I cannot overshadow you-

your eyes wriggle

at level with my mane.

I would not wish to harm you

Or is it I?

You want me to understand,

but we are so different-

blood-colored

and amber,

diffusing in the sunset

only for you to glow,

in Your pale nocturnal spotlight,

like a star upon the sand.

I am a beast.

As are You.

Do not focus solely

on our differences.

We cannot fully

comprehend one another,

but I do not cease trying.

What torments You?

Is it all those eyes

raised to You?

All the things You must do?

You must keep up appearances–

hide the scratches on your shell,

keep your eyes earnest, open

and unassuming.

Your life was so placid,

so benignly deluded,

you were not woken.

Until that day.

When the Lion

pounced on the Crab,

and the Crab’s gurgle for assistance

was promptly answered

by the fearsome Bear.

And in the ensuing battle,

You scuttled away

for fear of being crushed,

when I had already

splintered your shell

by sheer weight

and want.