Do you love the dawn,
The way a pregnant mother knows:
Blindly and quiet,
With an anticipation,
Framed by certainty?
The magical moment of God’s own creation,
When potential outshines the sun.
Tingling anxiously for the now-morrow,
Before the light gets her turn,
To draw the line in the sand,
(As it were)
Encircling infinity,
With furious ignorance as if to say:
“You are here.”
But with the last moment of eternity,
You get to stay t/here,
Satiating yourself on the now without the crowd of,
That impatient kommend.
– Daybreaks blindingly –
With wordless will,
The instant, melted down and re-meted,
By heavenly flame,
Stretches towards infinity,
But with finite passion,
Like a yellow-bricked road,
Paved with truth.
(As it were)