Awakening - 9/17/05

A simple stillness rests upon the streets
of tuesday middle-morning, meets the dawn-wrought light
that silently enfolds, immerses a fledgling sight

Accompanied by faint electric harmonies
of gaseous grass and banished leaves
an elucidation my olfactions serenely seek,

the beginning vindication, released
from strokes of nether, crepuscular reality,
The dawn of an untempered soul at peace,
A dawn of rejuvinated vitality.

The dawn of rest from an acheronian sleep,
a resurrection of a virgin joy,
once enclosed by chthonic deeps.