Tag Archives: sunrise

Low Lights

Low lights speak your name.
The red and orange; no moonlight to dull them.
You wander nighttime streets through fog to see,
Or to not see. Why else by night?
A cradle of second sunrise,
If you make it you’ll be mine.
We shall see in time,
If these red lights stain your eyes.

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My Ego Death

I am more than the sum of my parts,
More than this limiting human form.
My ego death, each one before it,
Are just pieces of me that die.
I am something new each day,
Each sun that rises has a thing new to say.
There will be darkness mixed with light,
The something new could be imperfect, it might.
With briefly nothing to adore,
My ego death will find me waiting,
And I won’t be me, anymore.

Forgetful Moon


In a day a fading light,
The sun above, burning bright.
Attitude towards this and that,
I can’t remember where it’s at.
A sunset, a sunrise.
The full moon above me cries,
It will miss me, but I can’t see
Why she never remembers me.

Long Before You Grow to Hate

Her footsteps: a cascade of echos,
Down the halls, unearthly bellows.
Others flee in terror from an unknown fear.
One waits for her motives to be quite clear.
From under the door light betrays,
Where she stops to softly say,
“Come out to play my little one,
The day is over but the night is young.
Think not on the coming days,
Where I’ve to show you where your mind strays.”
She tries the lock, but I’ve planned it
To keep safe from such bandits.
She tries and tries and tries and tries again.
Lights return to normal it seems,
She leaves to find another it seems,
All too late I find I’ve made a grave mistake.
For as I planned and locked my door tightly,
There was a crack open just so slightly,
There to permit a small draft of cold air to enter my room.
As she had so many times before,
Ridden a cold draft beneath my bedroom door,
I swore to myself next time I’d not make the same mistake.
A cruel, cold laughter filled the air
And I, just sat frozen there as each other time she’d come and sing herself softly into my thoughts.
My ego death is nigh and I,
Feel my mind slipping by,
She takes hold of and steps into my mind one final time.
Her footsteps do not seem so painful
As my memory would have been able to remind me so and instill in me this fear.
She walks about and then sits down
She takes for herself a crown,
A crown that once belonged to me and says: “You’ll see, the night will pass and suns will rise
I may become something you dispise,
But long before you grow to hate
You’ll close your eyes and accept your fate.”

One More Sunset

Another sunrise, another day
Another chance to stay and say,
One more noon passes by
One more sunset to catch her eye.
She sees the road, the narrow path beyond,
It is just the same as any other dawn.
She wakes from sleep, though no rest found.
Most nights are spent dreaming
Of fears, of paralyzing past.
Memories through the years abound,
But not so many she would like to last.
The sun has set after a day of reviewing these,
She wonders if tonight is the night that she will find peace.

Dawn Breaks

So this day begins.
Never will it wait for me.
Dawn breaks whist I sleep.

A Sonnet To A Sunrise

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Vanishing into a dark plume of smoke,
He knows it’s not as simple as it seems.
Watching the ashes slowly fall and coat,
Everything on this cold landscape of dreams.
Vanishing flames disappear and reveal,
All the things he should and has tried to learn,
But too much burnt and the ashes conceal;
It’s just easier to let it all burn.
The things he must hold onto slip away.
Hurts too much to hold, so he lets them fall.
Past pain, both good and bad, he gives to flames,
Wisdom, folly, love, hate, under ash, all.
He’ll forget all he was and what comprised.
This a first: a dead man watches sunrise.