Of Dusk and Dawn
(In 2 parts)

The Dawn
Green grass
on the soles of my feet
a whisper of the wind
gliding through my hair
peace beneath a willow
memories of warmth
soft chittering
among bluebirds
a summer of magic
gold reflects from my face
of a distant arising
Juliet in the east
the sun bathed in billowing clouds
a solemn parting of the moon
echoing laughter
from a stolen kiss
out there, beyond the grasses
as childhood is real
blue sky beginning
a ceremony completed each day
as the warmth spreads
to my heart
and my eyes close
in sweetness.

The Dusk
Terror
of the falling sun
as if a guillotine
seeking vengeance
shadows leaping
suffocating all
stealing light in hate
the full moon bright
shining off the eyes
reflecting evil
mist descending on the land
coolness on the flesh
sending chills down spines
hiding from the darkness
among the streetlights
and nightlights
waking from nightmare
after nightmare
a strangled scream in throat
not venturing out
cowering beneath sheets
as the stillness leaves it's mark
yet the sun still arrives
bathed in blood
with memories still lingering.