The Light of the Rising Sun

I was standing at the edge of darkness
The future, a horizon spread out before my eyes
It was dim, slightly pink but quickly changing
A new light illuminating a world of paradise.

It ascended quick and soon the sky was blue
But not dull and muted like faded tears
It was bright and alive with passion
A searing color that can melt ones fears

I’m leaving the edge the of darkness
The darkness of the edge is leaving
I’m entering the horizon of my life
A colorful world I can now believe in

My purpose clear, my journey’s begun
To move with the light of the rising sun.

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This post was inspired by the Writing 201 (Day 10) Prompt: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus
2015/02/27
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ShySpark

I blog, I garden, I eat cheeseburgers, and sometimes I take pictures. But mostly I just write poetry...

2 thoughts on “The Light of the Rising Sun”

  1. In line 9, did you mean to say ‘…the edge of the darkness’? Anyway, I enjoyed the mood of your poem. The photo is simply remarkable. It accentuates the scene in your poem. Wonderful choice!

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