Mid-March Dawn of Revelation

A free-verse poem

Photo by Darius Bashar on Unsplash

The stars were shining when I opened my eyes — at the close of this long night –
and saw them intense and still,
through the frame of this unworthy window.

Instead, the air was rushing invisibly through the not-for-long inky sky,
howling, resounding of impotent, slamming shutters. I was intent,
listening to swirling gusts as the world flew across the open plain.

And those vivid gems, set in the heights,
engaged my eyes,
stuck and locked on East, on
Her, on Me. Venus of diamond,
white and far, but
the largest, brilliant, and
the most admirable.

I opened that window,
which pushed me back, assailed by the wintry current,
while the gale was persisting.

Now the Aurora ascended with her glimmering fingers
out of a deep black, turning into pure sapphire, perhaps indigo.
The faster the clouds raced, the more limpid and frank
the existence that was incorporating me.