The light distinctively is drawn
onto the breast of morning,
as shadow, dappled dreamings;
the day will be reborn.

And night surrenders slowly,
then in an instant gone,
as threads of shining sunshine,
weave yet another dawn.

To wake the addled musings,
from watered darkness torn,
will be the task of daylight;
the Now forever formed.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to Light

  1. Waltermarks says:

    That is soooo beautiful Rosross. I love this! It’s great!

  2. julespaige says:

    Light is wondrous. This is a soothing piece.
    Thanks for your visit 🙂

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