before the sun
a darkness
unrepentant for his ways
as grasses grew
covered by the wind

black
and cool to touch
as mercy
like a stone –
became another moon
a weightless night

alone
but for a promise
– the voice of simple dreams
called from
empty caverns
raging seas

with stories
of forever –
some other plan was made
to flush the fields
with color
yet unnamed

by hands
in quiet working
feather into wing –
beauty from the shadows
an almost
glistening

as answer
to an ancient prayer
moved this heart to plea
became of grace
forgiveness for
the dawn

. . .