Dream Dawn

Thoughts flitter past:
translucent butterflies
void of color and pattern.

I am rock,
not the powerful creature
full of energy
that directs
body and mind.

Both rest, waiting.

At dawn,
light creeps into mind’s crevices,
returning life to stone flesh.

 

Dreamlike image of a butterfly (from Pixabay)


Poem originally posted as “Predawn Pallor” (2009).

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