Breaking Dawn | Poem by Neha's Notebook

From the welkins of breaking dawn

Light emerges through the cracks

Golden emollient bursting through the crevices

Bangles of dazzling color in nature’s lac

 

As the dazed passion of morn girdles round me

In the vertigo of ecstasy, I stay afloat

Unfettered become all the shackles and pinions

Pintucked to my trembling boat

 

Falling from the azure ocean of sky

Diamond droplets of dew plunge into the peachy pool of my flesh

Bring back recollections of a memory

A sea of burning persimmons and reds, blazing fresh

 

I thought I died in winter

But this memory makes me rethink

Of all the twilights when you set me alight

Inside the fiery cauldron of your gaze, without blink

 

When I lay slumped in the dead slumber

In teppenwitz graves of my mini-deaths

You loved me back to life

Awakening catacombs with the warm gust of your breath

 

It would be unjustness if I deny

The glory of this breaking dawn that reminds me

Of all the flowers you tickled on my skin

I tingled with aliveness and then danced free

 

Unmatchable is the beauty of this dawn

That tells the story of me and you

Of squirrels circling their palindromes

Of lazy bears guffawing with their crew

I’ve not forgotten

That this breaking dawn will eventually set to dusk

My quill will stop pursuing the paper

And dance of inks will contract into a silent husk

 

But then I will become the lake

And you’ll dance like the moonglade, will you not

Together we will encrust the orange sunsets

With another memory in the perfervid wake, we got

 

In the clefts of the darkening skies, we shall write

Lores of dead paintings that wept

And fables of sparrows and hummingbirds

That could not return to their nests

 

But when the world is set ablaze in the orange potion of light

This moment is not however what the breaking dawn will prevail

As I will bath in music clinging to the glittering silhouette of you

The breaking dawn will slowly burn this memory away, stealing my nightly veil

 

Yet the breaking dawn will forever sing

Sonnets of darkness and elegies of memories

I will once again put my pen to the papers

And scribble down the story of two lonely trees

 

Some quintessential words will trudge along the notebook edges

Some will cut their way past my thoughts and slip away

But as long as there is breaking dawn

I will immortalize you my love, I will write away

In the heart of this breaking dawn, your memory will forever sway  

 

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