by Kailo
Dark……
So silent
even the cicada are still
all waiting for the first chink of light
Break of day still far away
and the ground’s dew reflects
last shimmers of the milk-white moon
Night time draws a final breath
and holds itself back
in awe
as the sky’s new pallete
reveals once more
the hues of dawn
spill o’er the shore
Gone are the rich dark tones of indigo
Spread to the wind
cold shades of blue
Bannished again by light as it rises
Blood orange red
foists its way ‘cross the heavens
salaciously flooding the sky
Night’s peaceful slumber
so forcefully dispelled
Raped by the inevitable
as the dawn imposes
autonomous power
innocence gone
an act
so dour