Christopher J. Grasso

Rookie (4-14-76 / Voorhees, NJ)

Light Of Day - Poem by Christopher J. Grasso

Perceptions awaken the ambush of Dawn’s curling morning,
Whose blushes bend the temptations of consciousness,
Across the pale gray region known to men as light.
Her wrist brushes midnight into a burrow unrefuted,
Which will pay back the favor eventually,
Once the people slide back,
Onto the glacier of Spring’s cliff edging a thaw,
Collapsing into the ocean’s wild winter flaying,
Within the Darkness, a watery waste clashing within itself.

But Dawn will return, for she favors the chaos of the cycle of seasons,
Despite the passion of these nocturnal beasts,
Craving of the dead Nights’ attention always,
Itself dying in inches, as Dawn sprinkles her luminous rays,
Scattering of seedling sunbeams spread,
From delicate hands over the blinding horizon,
Once again able to see for half of a day, her promise.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

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