Dawn

Dawn

From blackest night to pale blue morn,

anticipation high in her throat,

choking back her lucent breath.

Each blink brighter than the last.

Each glimpse lighter than the first.

With an aching throb

she crept over the jagged horizon.

Stillest breath and glistening branch,

stiff in your frozen landscape

of diamonded dresses

and crystal cloaks.

Feel not her warm breath

until her burning gaze parts asunder

the cloudy barrier

betwixt our world and hers.

Rise up from the deadening world

of nightmares and ghosts.

Grasp onto her trailing rays

of hope and forgiveness.

Shake off the binding chains

of mistakes and regret

that encumber your spirit,

keeping you from living

from loving.

Peel back the drapes that hang heavy

across yesterday’s eyes.

Open up the cage of ribboned bones

and let loose the drooping bird that hangs there

pleading for her warm breath,

pleading for a new morn.

Unclasp your hands and let fall

the ashes of yesterday and watch

as the chains of sin and sorrow

crumble into the very dust

that blows from your quivering hands.

Exhale.

Exhale the pain that lingers

in the cavern of your chest.

Rise.

Rise with the dawn.