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Sunrise is ever-shining, as the dawn breaks into pieces of imprecision; beams of brilliance, as it scatters away the shadow of the fleeting night. But it is not the music of escape that echoes in my ears; In this moment it is a welcoming sort of song of daylight drawing near. O, even with the surrender of the stars I smile, to have the darkness drowned And the sunlight’s kiss like foremost breath is one like no other; it is a swish of sound after a prolonged silent suffering; a second of sight when all is blind and broken; a short-lived scent a field of the fairest flowers; a transitory taste yet so tantalizing to the tongue; a trivial touch which breaks the walls of this cold, uncaring heart; And all is at once found; as I smile to see the sunrise ever-shining in your eyes. |
carpe diem! The love of the rebirth of the day. "But it is not the music of escape that echoes in my ears; In this moment it is a welcoming sort of song of daylight drawing near." You are really painting a triumphant picture of the emotions that arise for you with the sight of the sun. The section where you start each stanza with: "It is a...a..." The first read it was sort of fragmented to me. But upon a second read I found that quite the opposite. This divergence in the form lead to focusing on getting a full perspective of the sun in your eyes. i dug it. simple and sweet. nice write. | Posted on 2006-04-07 00:00:00 | by googie | [ Reply to This ] | ahh yes, the sunrise- quite romantic. always to the east! a wonderful ode to the night's defeat. a sunrise... this one seems more like a nature piece (but thats just probably me, ive been seeing nature pieces everywhere.) but very still very human, and retains the very romantic notions. | you weave it masterfully from beginning to end, and you sound like a meastro during rehearsals in front of an orchestra, and then, your audience arrives: "And all is at once found; as I smile to see the sunrise ever-shining in your eyes." that last stanza was just a sublime touch, and one can tell you were meticulous of your word choice in the senses. the more i read it, the more i see the maestro conducting the sunrise itself. his baton striking the air and leaving saffron streaks with every swift swish of his skilled hand. a truly fine write. peace. -pietro | Posted on 2006-04-07 00:00:00 | by Pietro | [ Reply to This ] | |