Sifting through the ashes of a
bitter burning ember
Of forgotten days that time is
dying to remember
Where winter thoughts demand their
silence softly to be heard
Like some feint storm that rages on
appearing now absurd,
To leave one faithful moment here
that truth can realize
There bearing in its icy grip
lost dreams of paradise,
An everlasting steadfast ghost
of hope that went astray
To carry on its battered wings
past thoughts of yesterday.
Gladly, this new day rises with a lemon-colored sun,
Spreading its fan with fingers of light, their journey begun
The early dawn painting water colors across the sky,
Running rampant in a kaleidoscope mornings apply.
Buds tumbling o’er each other in a circus of display
Assailing the senses with sights and sounds in bold array.
A blessing to have left behind the dark sadness of night,
Too full, with all its gloom pervading length and depth and height.
And life’s cycle begins again, its merry youth slender,
So clear and clean, healing breath, new hopes and dreams engender.
The fog slips in like a shroud eclipsing the panorama
of the mountain’s sides
Where life is as a winging that must soar above the pall
or suffer all it hides.
Some context of this vast unchartered wilderness which
is the confines of my heart
And breeches o’er those valleys, there within the depths
of ignorance that was my start,
Has brought to me upon its beaten breast a shallow
consciousness of what I am
That whistles on the winds of plains wherein reside both
king of beasts and gentle lamb.
There time itself will bare the seed that lives with joy
or dies alone in discontent
As it fulfills an aim that is the longing of the soul or
of the mind, intent.
To move with space and wander in its bright expanse
beneath the sky where mood began
There, confirming this great world is an elegant cushion
for the footfalls of man
And as such must cradle his intense wish to dream and
hope and love and laugh and cry,
For man without one dream is a garden that never blooms
and does not wonder why.
Claire V. Bogdanos 