…what is beyond A Shrouded Dawn?
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…
*A Shrouded Dawn…
Endless Moonlight
it will be a question
forever be eluded by reason…
Fort Bliss National Cemetery – Disgrace
