Sunrise
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The brink of light that breaks the night,
Like an ardent soldier and a hefty knight.
As the sun beams through the sky far and wide.
Drawing clarity on everything in its sight.
When the sun rises
don't look for me.
I've done something awful
and I don't want you to see.
When the sun rises
don't turn on the news.
I'm afraid that's how
they'll try to tell you.
I know a lot of people who really like sunsets, but I prefer the sunrise.
Because to me it is so much more than it's beauty, and the beautiful colors that it pains the skies.
in the afternoon sun we
become
different people.
we
change
color
and change into color
When you love me, I bloom.Like a leaf I fall when you get sad.I am a snowflake that melts under
your burning heart.
Peach clouds tumble over an
autumn morning.
Cool, almost impeccably sharp
Yet
Soft, light, feathery, cushioning the
blow:
A collision of ecstasy
Frozen grass breathing again with
i slip into a dream
it's sometime between late and early
and this is where i find you
the bugs sing at their own tempos
as we walk a steady pace down the longer of the paths
If you were to ever be looking for me
I'll be where I feel the most free
Standing with my feet in the water
Wondering about a second life
From sunrise to sunset,
I hide behind the pain-
I start to feel insane.
I am damaged,
Oh-
I am torn.
Hurt-
Oh why was I born?
Will things change?
Ever be the same?
Nowadays,
Dear Troy, I want to take you back
Back to that October morning
When you rode on the back of that flatbed, freezing, trembling
Remember how the vicious air whisked against your face
the damage isn’t done,
we convince ourselves
as we sit in a row on the curb
sunken arms draped over our knees.
a hodgepodge congregation
of prayers in vain,
because who is there to ask
She walked light as air.
Pale pink dress, long blond hair.
Both trailed behind.
Yet there was no wind to find.
She painted dawn behind her as she walked on.
She was the lady of the dawn.
Five A.M.
And the world
Is fast asleep
My alarm clock
Blares
And wakes me up
While yours
Prepares
To go off
In an hour
My tea pot
Shudders
There are more than a few things
Which I am pleased about,
that wash away my stormy days,
and cleanse me of my doubt.
Sometimes they are big things
and sometimes they are small
I wake up, Redeemed.
I awake, birds cherping.
I awake, beautiful Sunrise awaiting.
I awake, songs of Worship playing.
I awake, blessed with another day.
I awake, imagination flowing.
Each day am I faced with reasons to stay asleep:
Pressures, and challenges, promises to keep.
Crippling anxiety keeps me up all night,
And lack of self-worth further worsens my plight.
The night is growing old.
Young, dewy eyes watch as the rays of morning sway.
The warmth of dawn meeting with her dark lover,
If only for an hour.
Soon the sky will be filled with morning gold.
Bright eyes open slowly.
A dimly lit room surrounding,
A sleepy teenager.
Who’d give anything for
Five. More. Minutes.
Out of bed she climbs.
The way I get up every day
With a yawn - a stretch - a scratch
Greeting the morning sun with a grimace
Reaching for the last tendrils of sleep
In the summer dawn I took to the mountain and field,
Hopping the creek, and breathing the spearmint yield.
Passing the pond, I startle the heron perched in the pine,
Smiles are sunrises and spring flowers.
They rise and grow from the joys of life.
So smile.
And bring beauty into this world.
The rednessat the dawnmakes me thinkif the corner of thesky was set on fire,the same firewhich glowsin the heartsof those who rebelagainst the world,like a rising sun
The east sun rises
behind clouds of morning sadness.
Chilling to the bone,
the wind whispers through the twilight of dawn
kissing your skin with the betrayal of comfort,
(written 6/1/2015)
My humbled breaths come out shakily in the form of feathery clouds
My body is layered fleece to skin under a foggy indigo canopy
The sun may not be visible
What is our innate reason for our existence?
Has it always been burning bright -
Brighter than the fiery red that fills the sky
In an instantaneous sunrise?
In some cases, our core has flowed more intensely
In the garden, a bird, a flowergold the edge, gold the dawn that hoversa song of summer, a tiny sparrow perchedlong upon the woody yarrow, that musky fills the aira redolent warmly breeze, brushes by the maple trees
The morning sun rises peacefully
and the birds begin to play.
The soft glow of pink and red turns
I am awoken, not by sounds.
The sun egging me on with its rays to arise.
Birds conversing, cheerful small talk.
Inviting me to join the world outside.
The breeze, a mornings greeting.
The sun peaks perfectly through a gap in the mountain side,
illuminating the rising and falling tide that leaves a puff of mist on the shore,
Pink,
Fluffy,
Swirled world.
What shall we call this,
This creation?
A sunset.
It's wonderful,
Some could say,
Perfect.
Far from it dear,
I'm cold. A chill in the air.
Wood fire dwindling to smolders.
Ash crisped cinders to share.
Cotton between our shoulders.
That endearing musk of burnt wood.
In the cold and gray comfort of the morning
I stare at the skyline above my city.
6:14am
A cool colorless light seeps into the sky
Brightening the dullness.
On a wet and windy noon,
I feel the rain and the pain as I run.
Aware that the day will end soon,
I return home after great fun.
When nights fall,
I sit in my room and fear
Apples galoreCrisp fall airSunshine foreverplays with your hair.
Hay mazes andPumpkin patches.Again the world whorls.Your breath catches.
Now the summer has come and gone.
The school year starts like the break of dawn.
On the far horizon I see its glow.
What lies ahead? I do not know.
I'll find out soon, I have no doubt.
I run into an open sky.
I watch the sunset
and within the orange and pink horizon
I see me.
I see myself at just 5 years old
walking into a new surrounding.
I see my teacher anxiously awaiting
Sunrise, sunset
Dawn and dusk.
A starry net
visible, but only just.
Ruby-orange
fades to blue
begins to change
right on cue.
Dawn begins-
yesterday is the past.
Dusk ends-
You are the green and I am the black
That make up the northern lights.
The light and the dark together;
The most beautiful of the sky's sights.
The sun in your heart
allows the moon in mine to glow.
And the warm winds of your breath
melt the winter in my veins.
The sunrise in my voice
stops the sunset in yours.
The sky inside you
The moon is out, no stars this night. I look across the way; to see an unseen hand divide, the darkness from the day. This sight I've seen, yes once before, yes oh so long ago.
A waking soul of Western slumber rises
Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood,
Tipping over its goblet of honey,
And bathing the wild in glimmered ambience.
With the golden knight’s arrival, comes forth
Oh Sunrise
What have you to say
To see the world turning
Every night and day
Oh sunrise, what miss you most
When below the line descend
and in your place a ghost
Oh Sunrise
I think I remember when she turned the safety off,
And looking back the scratching in my throat was more than a cough.
I think I remember the last verse the swan gave,
I think he asked if her heart has a grave.
I woke up early this morning,
And what did I see?
A beautiful sunrise,
was staring back at me.
It had glorious colors,
The sweet serene
a comfortable silence
I recognize
and think
of tomorrows and forevers
A loneliness welcomed
A hug for myself
A different time
would not be like so
You are the sun that shines my mornings
The moon I howl too at night
you are the instrument to my soul
The vocals in my veins
You are the remedies too my pains
That you are...
As night falls over me
The stars shine bright
The birds stop chirping
And it’s past midnight
The stars vanish
And now it’s too dark
What was that noise?
In the distance – a bark
Welcome to the world, where sunrise begins each day.
An epic struggle as night succumbs to the first ray
of light, which is hope shining through the dark,
surrounded by silence, the singing of a lark.
He doesn't know what the sunrise
looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while,
He rises in the afternoon, because
his nights are filled with fear and
gloom.
He doesn't know what the sunrise
looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while,
He rises in the afternoon, because
his nights are filled with fear and
gloom.
The moon, so bright and glorious be,
The light, for such a time as night, impossible!
Is such a light possible
Shining brightly above as I sleep?
My sweet dreams, tender and deep
Fast the day shall haste to greet thee
Haste to greet thy slumb’ring form
From twilight’s soothing arms arrest thee
Tossing dreams out to the cold
There's something so majestic about the sun peaking through the clouds,
Making you barely aware of the beauty of a new day.
At sunrise when you wake up
That first glance you don't even notice
‘Tis sweet thither sun,
atop th’ wavèd sea.
Lone candle in darkness,
from whence it hath risen.
