Before The Sun

Before the sun in raven skies
Prepares it’s splendor to reprise
When with the cloak of night withdrawn
Insinuate new golden dawn
Rejoice in joy of dusk’s demise

In limbos clutch til darkness dies
When once again it can arise
Anticipate the virgin morn
Before the sun

In darkness where tomorrow lies
Hypnos grasp on night defies
Where new tomorrows are reborn
Through rents in Nyx’s fabric torn
Before the sun

Originally published Oct 2013

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Before The Sun

  1. waxing classical – nice job

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