C
cearle
Guest
Dawn
I awaken.
Shards of golden light
slice through my bedroom,
piercing through the twilight.
Two knights locked in battle.
Shadows flicker, dance,
reveling in their brief moment
blissfully playing with the sun,
mindless of their approaching demise.
Soft soaking breezes
consume my room with
melodious waves of heady pine.
Silence surrenders
and nature begins
its glorious chorus.
I awaken.
Shards of golden light
slice through my bedroom,
piercing through the twilight.
Two knights locked in battle.
Shadows flicker, dance,
reveling in their brief moment
blissfully playing with the sun,
mindless of their approaching demise.
Soft soaking breezes
consume my room with
melodious waves of heady pine.
Silence surrenders
and nature begins
its glorious chorus.