The Presence of Dawn

bettermirrorbettermirror Posts: 3
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
• The Presence of Dawn

The mountains were inspiring this morning. They were hovering above the Upper Valley. It was a rain cloud as dark as the night is at it's highest. Just as the clouds were looming so too was the bluest of sunrises was alarming. The softest clouds a man could dream of were standing as sentries in a Shakespearean courtyard. Sharing in a dance with the peaks of the Eastern borders those sentries’s announced the brightness of hope for the new dawn.
- 13 April 2005.
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