Hush the Distant Roar of Darkness

I cannot hear even a whisper
when daylight stretches
into my dreamer’s sea
to hush the distant roar of darkness.

When the sun lies upon the lips
resting on all the wonder
before my eyes.

I am speechless as I find
the valley of golden roses
where sweetness
separates each breath
of beauty I inhale.

Pure joy brushes in waves
across the skies
and swirls down
upon the mountains
as I am gently held
by the hand of morning.

How could I possibly
tell the comfort
of my dreamer’s sea
that I wish for the moon
to continue shining down so free.

When I have been captured
by the beauty
that glanced my way
when daylight stretched out
his golden hand to me.

Author's Note

I love the morning............

Reviews

[Vanessa Rico]

Haha I am exactly the opposite! I am like a zombie getting out of the bed in the morning. I shuffle about to do tasks bathe, change and feed Brody and around 9 or 10 I am semi-awake. Anyway this is beautiful and captures your love for the morning! Another great write! Much love!

[Sukriti Suki]

I am a very night person but this imagery and detail is making me want to experience sunrise all over again. Wonderful.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Mornings are always beautiful and peaceful, this paints a masterpiece for those who've never seen dawn. Beautifully penned!

[Dream Weaver]

Superb imagery followed by a gorgeous write.
Nicely done Neva, as always a delightful piece!

[Sel Whiteley]

I can relate to this...
You have captured the morning with all the vivid, beautiful colours, the way everything seems "golden", hence I love the repetition. You want to capture the painting that is the sky, the "swirls" and the taste of "sweetness".
A great poem that really distills the moment.

[Aidz]

I hate mornings blah but I like this scribe

[Yue Zhang]

Love the personification!