The sky's dying embers hail the immanence of night's hushed, soft, cold kiss,
chilling life's lust; leaving misty, gray, crumbling ashes of dreams.
Here salvation's glowing spark fades into dust, awaiting resurrection.
O Helios, awaken your steeds, unearth this revenant from night's tomb.
Bring your fiery broom to sweep away the cobwebs of sleep
and spread your whitewash of light across the dusky dungeon floor.
Paint past's dark slumbering shadows with brilliant, shimmering light.
With flaming fingers, grip and rend asunder myth's bursting spun chrysalis
exposing naked breathing flesh of illumination, with wings of a new spring day.
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: February 17th, 2024 05:02
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Accidental Poet
Comments5
Utter beauty within your lines I was totally hynotized and in a spin right to the end and then I saw it I saw spring. Another kudos dear sorenbarret. 🌹 Thank you for sharing your poetry I am so sincerely excited each time to read your magnificent work. 🤗
You are so kind Teddy. Your visits are anticipated with joy and so welcome. Appreciate the most generous words.
Always thought provoking.
Thanks so much I appreciate the read and comment.
I was going to say it was nothing, which would have been an oxymoron, like me!
You know that Helios chappie?!
It's not a person, daft Orchi, says Fido! lol.
Yea he used to be called Ra but changed his name. Thanks Orchi for the read it's appreciated.
I always look forward to the changing of the seasonal guard from Winter to Spring. Great write soren. 👍
Thanks Accidental I appreciate the review and comment. Change of any type is both disturbing and engaging.
Wonderful, beautiful words soren to lead me into this 'new Spring day'.
Andy
Thanks Andy your visits are always appreciated. Thanks so much for the encouraging words.
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