Saturday, June 7, 2014

At the Dawn

 
At the Dawn
 
At the Dawn
A blueprint of dreams awakens
Flowing like an india ink endeavor
Nous stems from me, filling the blank slate of day.
 At the Dawn
Misty draft warms at the rise of sun.
Enlightenment bursts as a flower on horizon
Here tired blush of complacency is sent on its way.
 At the Dawn
Sits weathered possibility, a view I have of you
Mirroring me like an outside chance
Where pondered thoughts act, sedation goes away.
 At the Dawn
I reach past rippled uncertainties
Embracing reflections of all that can be
Where what I live, what I do, is written by a manifest of all that I can say.

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