The soft Light shines, half asleep
Yawn before the day.
Lazy trees sit in the breeze
How gently their branches sway.
The lovely, drab Darkness
Departed with adamant speed.
Retreated in far corners
The moment the Light began to bleed.
Pictures of past dreams
Linger in the quiet.
Hollow thoughts of how it was
Scatter throughout the silence.
This glory Light shines far beyond
What any mortal eye can see.
Reaching to a place far beyond
Serene placidity.
© Matt Bohannon 2010
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