PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The sun lazily drags its self over the horizon,
heartened at the encouragement of birds
tweatingly entreating his glorious arrival.
And one by one, as the rays begin to rise,
the fingers of light creep as I lie in wait

the muted soft blue glow hints at the turn,
the darkened shadows form shapes
that were previously banished into obscurity.

That hopeful moment arrives
of midnight blue opaquing the skies.
Trees and buildings now ushered in some sense
of form delineated and defined by gentle light rays,
now freed, dancing upon the edges of things.
On tiptoes, the dimly gentle blue hues of first light
usher away the darker shades of night,
and now my favourite of all things!

Let the light rays genltly pour in,
let them wash and settle over a highway
my eyes never tire to travel!
Wash these irridescent sheets
in an ever glowing light,
casting the beautifulest form,
wrapped and peaceful,
gently pressing the outlines of the bridge of a nose,
chasing away the shadow holiding fast in a dimpled chin.
The hollow of cheeks, bones sculpted with precision,
and the eyes I adore drawn shut,
as the sun yawns and the blue turns to amber dawn,
so shines my sun, turning lazily, draging it's self over to my horizon
heartened by the encouragement of entreating whispers in his ears,
the glow hints at his turn as I rise,
to meet his morning glory!