Dawn

There is no light of hope. 

There is no glimmer of joy
The darkness bounces the sound 

And echoes the loneliness
Cold and dark, melded as one
Indistinguishable, as I sit 

At the edge of dawn

There is no adjustment 

For my eyes to reach
No matter how I strain, 

No light to gather in
Not even a fleeting of the diehard idealist
He cowers beneath the growing damp misery

Time is suspended or so it appears
For a moment, for one overwhelming moment
It seems this is to be the only reality left
Even without hope of an illusion

Then it happens, far far away
Whether it makes a sound, I cannot say
But something stirs in a distant land
Is it a break? Again, I cannot say

The sun breaks the horizon 

Tearing the fabric of the blackened sky
Cutting like a sword 

Through the thin velvet veil of misery
Darkness flooded with a brilliance 

Of orange and gold
Washing away the haze of yesterday's grays

Yellows and reds 

Strive to break the bonds of misery
Chasing away 

The heretofore smothering darkness
Light slashing through the horizon, 

Leading the sun's charge
Emboldened by the retreat of the shadows
There is something undeniable 

About this slicing light
Bringing to the front 

Previously hidden half truths
Exposing suspicions and putting them to flight
Advancing warmth encroaching on the pain

The sun emerges like a drowning man
Breaking the surface of hopelessness
But it is too late ....
I am already dead.

Welcome dawn.


© Ron Simpson Jr.