Alek Lenth

Freshman - 703 Points (12/12/87 / El Paso)

Dawning - Poem by Alek Lenth

Grasping a tree
Her arms stretched back
Her skin grey as the tree
Her eyes wide and dark

She begs:
Do not take me to the light!

She comes from the deep of the woods
She warns that the light: it kills

From the safety
Of the night
She chances
To the last tree
Of the forest

And from that solitary lookout
She finds that
When day returns
She is trapped
Within a net
Of shadow

Light breaks the path
From her tree
Into her forest

As the sun
Rises from behind the woods
She finds her realm
Shrinks ever faster

Now she is in a small pool
The sun directly above

She tells me:
No! the sun it kills

She shows me her arm
Rough like bark
But begs that

I come no nearer

I take a mirror
And reflect light
To her face,
Half expecting she vanish

I see that
Her skin is fair
And her arm
Red with blister

I explain that
Before night
The long arm
Of the tree will
Reveal a path
To her woods

Then I sit
On the grass
In the sun
And watch
The wraith's face

I awake and find
In the evening
She is gone

I walk into the woods
Chasing after shadow
And circle

But I find
Nothing of her
But night

When the leaves
First betray a star
And its fingers
Pull apart the branches

I walk back
To her tree
And stare
As she stares
Away from the dawn

I watch as the sky
Falls from its purples
Into a battle with clouds
Of reds, pinks, and blues

And finally
I watch the dark set

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Topic(s) of this poem: sunset

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 27, 2015

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