Dawn

I always get there early
in the section to myself
and wait in the dark
for her to reveal herself.

Ahead of her core,
her aura swirls the void,
until the rebirthing beauty
is granted to my eyes.

Out

Like when I was a child
looking at the ceilings
upside down,

I still invert what’s above
to challenge the limits
of ground and touch.

Now I’m venturing
beyond the sky,
following the path
of clouds…

I wonder if I’ve always been searching
for a way
out.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Soar

When the world is silhouette
in the darkness of new day,
and The Maker begins to add
the first colors of paint,

beginning with the sky
and blending into the sea,
as each ripple begins rippling
and the seabirds spread their wings,

my heart awaits the bristles
upon the lonely shore,
always hoping He’ll add wings
so my love can finally soar.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

In Gold And Green

Fireworks burst
in gold and green
in November
beside the sea:
Morning’s first rays
reaching Palm’s leaves,
requited love
reuniting.

Barren bay-bridge
connects like a hammock
two trunks of trees,
so I sway awhile
in the soulful respite
of Peace’s breeze.

Meanderings

In the absence of trail markers,
I find they were always there;
He’s seen where I’m headed
and steers me with care.

An arrow in morning-glory gold
and silhouetted wings
once again lead me
solo into the sunrise
in my homebound
meanderings…

His Ray

Dawn gently stirs
to find her,
single wildflower.

In his softest warmth
extended,
she slowly rises,
highlighted,

and across the shadow line
sends her cheer
to the fallen,

who, in turn,
becomes one
with the earth.

“Right behind you,”
she comfortingly whispers,

as a sea bird
breaks the ray,
or was it Sun
blinking his tear
away?

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Different Rays

The sunrises are always mine,
the only ego I condone;
not only do my bones and soul
need to behold them alone,

I do believe the diurnal gift
for each witness is tailored,
different rays crafted
by Divinity’s fingers
and personally delivered,

and sometimes meant
to be received twice,
once live and another
to lift from within
when the timing is later
for an even greater purpose
right.

It resurrected again
today at three to remind
that it was always meant to be
mine.

Stepping

Stepping from rooftop
onto the aerial ice,
fathoms deep, soul still
lights…

Kaleidoscope Escape

To pause the pain,
I watch the wind
spin petaled pinwheels
as the colors blend.

I reach to turn the wild-
flower kaleidoscope,
hiding in the hues
of an alternate vision
of beauty and hope.

Perhaps I will not return
to my world of gray;
perhaps I will, but disintegrate
The Cloud with these
faith rays.

Psalms

Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches.
Psalm 104:12

Emerging from tepals,
I simply listen
to the birds’
morning songs
before the wakening
and bustle
of the world
in which we both
belong,
before the sun itself
beats its rays down;
thank you, Lord,
for the gradual
transitions
and living Psalms.