Footprints of Dawn
I lie soundlessly
cradled in the peace,
waiting for
the first breath of day,
basking in
the dusky night sky,
inhaling the breeze
caressing dawn,
moon fading
to daybreak,
clouds parting
to allow the blink
of sunrise.
The day peeks
with first blush
in shy whispers.
I feel naked
in the revelation
that I am alone
but not lonely.
Infancy of new day
tiptoes softly
into my soul,
bathing me
in cottony light –
embodiment
of rebirth of life.
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Midnight
Moonlight drains the world’s colors
Inky stelliferous space
Darkness making the perfect cloak
Nocturnal animals come out to hunt and play
In cities, all the lights shine bright
Ghosts and spirits are seen now at the witching hour
Hungry students studying, look for a snack
The clocks all chiming twelve
4:00 am
silence from the moon lovers
quiet anticipation from the sun seekers
stillness wraps itself around bodies
steadying souls in the calm
the brilliant are dulled but not damaged
maybe numb maybe tired maybe self-possessed
storms of minds reduced to mere drizzles
thoughts stomped out by peace
for just a moment the journey pauses
for just a moment this is all there is
An Almost Midnights’ Summer Dream
The rustle of leaves
Of the winds of ten o'three.
Stars blink in the vast Nebraskan skies
In a place of corn, a look up can make you cry.
Nyx looks down, lulling you to sleep
Nights the best time to think deep.
crickets play their songs
Chirp, Chirp Chirp, Chirp
Since you've seen these skies, it's been a yearlong.
Wildgrass pulls you down, it's time to sleep.
one, two three, count the sheep.
You don't want to sleep,
You beg, cry and plea
The last thing you see is eleven fifty-three
The Electric Clock
The clock ticks,
And hums.
Because it is electric.
I thought about buying a battery operated one
Or maybe one of those digital alarm clocks,
but I didn't.
The clock tells me the time of day,
If I set it correctly.
Sometimes I forget that the power went out last month
and I did not reset my clock.
I see it and think that the time is right;
did I tell you that it hums?
Because it is electric.
The clock ticks,
And hums.
Maybe I will set it right today,
if I can find one set at the proper time that is------and I'll never have to ask again,
"does anyone know what day it is?"
And sometimes,
(not always, only sometimes),
when I see red, its really blue;
And the hum I hear is madness breaking through,
Or maybe its just the thing that some clocks do.
And if no-one hears the sounds I say I do
does the clock tick on for no one,
even you?
Ticks and hums.
Because it is electric?
But I never set it right -- the clock that is,
not since the power went out,
I'm pretty sure.
And maybe I never will,
and then again I might
-- and that's OK too---
Because my clock,
it still runs,
and it ticks
and it hums;
I'm so glad that it is electric.
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