Morning's first light is always free;
unconstrained by those, carelessly
who walk about, irreverent
in full-light, their pureness spent:
Day's dawning colors are so fair
in dusk-cloak'd dreams,
I would go there—just with thee—
to a world new, unsullied,
'fore all the nights have passed us through,
and you and I might be at peace.
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When you step outside in the morning, at first light; a sort of wild blue-grey magic suffuses the earth, a freshness, a potential that holds within its magic all the things we dream to do and all the hopes we espouse as our own. I would capture that light forever, keep it, where it perishes so from the world as the golden light of day, in its harshness, takes the magic away from us. As the day comes into its own, the mists retreat, and we are left as mere mortal men, in our daily business without reverence for the sublime or purity in our souls. I would capture that light here.
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Walking out into first light is so very wonderful, the glory of nature's canvas above you and the sound of natures symphony around you.
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