skylight morning

arqios

 

Outside the skylight, morning breathes—  

not a riddle, not a veil,  

but a hand stretched open,  

steady as the oak that keeps its watch.  

 

The sky is not abyss but garment,  

woven blue, a shawl of ease;  

its quiet folds smooth out the creases  

that the day had pressed upon my brow.  

 

The trees do not whisper secrets,  

they speak plainly:  

we are here, we endure,  

and in our rootedness, you may rest.  

 

No sphinx, no silence heavy with dread—  

only the brush of night’s last sigh,  

and the promise that even in darkness  

companionship is near,  

and light will always return.  

 
 
 

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Another lovely write Cryptic. I love your metaphors they weave an allegory simple to understand. This one speaks to me of nature's language that we in our arrogance overlook and pretend not to understand. The simplicity of nature ignored feeling somehow we are superior and only the hidden and enigmatic is worthy of our exploration.

    • arqios

      Thanks Soren. This is a journey I am glad we aren't traveling alone. 🙏🕊️

      • sorenbarrett

        Most welcome

      • rebellion_in_sanity

        Just loved it. Of course it had be a fave too. Please do keep writing like this more and more

        • arqios

          I will do my best, thank you. You are much appreciated 🙏🕊️

        • orchidee

          Good write A.

          • arqios

            Thanks O, much appreciated🙏🕊️

          • Goldfinch60

            Wonderful words Rik, yes that light will always return in our lives.

            • arqios

              Thanks, Andy 🙏🕊️



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