(‘“*JiĢäR*”’)
09-11-2012, 02:06 PM
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Light congealing
Like ice upon water
Razor-honed edge
of dawn cleaving the dark
In hot pursuit
Of shadows fleeing
Dreams drift away…
Like a guttering spark
Liquid gold blades
of sabre-like rays
Cleaving and piercing
Heart of morning mist
Parting a path
for a new-born day
Hapless…Nay, helpless!
Of night to resist
Dawn’s dam of darkness
So sorely breached
Erodes into shards of bones
white…and bleached
As through broken dike
Floods of light gouting
Awash are farm, fields
And sheepfolds alike
Cleansing the clouds
Of nighttime’s dark shrouds
What is there of Dawn
…not to like?…
Light congealing
Like ice upon water
Razor-honed edge
of dawn cleaving the dark
In hot pursuit
Of shadows fleeing
Dreams drift away…
Like a guttering spark
Liquid gold blades
of sabre-like rays
Cleaving and piercing
Heart of morning mist
Parting a path
for a new-born day
Hapless…Nay, helpless!
Of night to resist
Dawn’s dam of darkness
So sorely breached
Erodes into shards of bones
white…and bleached
As through broken dike
Floods of light gouting
Awash are farm, fields
And sheepfolds alike
Cleansing the clouds
Of nighttime’s dark shrouds
What is there of Dawn
…not to like?…