A Shrouded Dawn

The haunting of yesterdays...

…In the Deafening Silence of the Night
a teardrop plunges on stillwater
Ripples turn into waves of emotions
deep in reflection
A clouded certainty of
blinding
deflecting
Illusions
Wading through shallow streams that
drowns me in a delusional enigma
Struggling to emerge from the tides
forged by swords and spears
And with a haze in the air I
sit and ponder where
to tread my path of beyond
To the eastern horizon I
would go
Anticipation of the sunrise in the
morning meadows of
angelic songs
Where brightly colored poetry
pens the sky of a dawn and
paints the rainbow of
bliss and serenity
Forever Sunshine of
undying aspiration
Radiating through sages and flowery vast lands
But the ebb of the flowing river streams with
the widdershin of a withering hope
A shivering truth now haunts
the very core of my soul
Seeds of yesterday will soon
come to season and
the reaping will soon rise beyond my
towering fort…