Eager for Tomorrow

With a hunger to find tomorrow
she missed all of what was today
The traveling sun lingers in its bed
Full shadows bloom in the moon ahead
Will she regret her longing tongue
Will she lose her fatal dream
Will she wake to find the sun
Will she fade into the darkening stream

Purple Thunder

Time rolls through days like raging thunder:
Blue-black anger bruises the sapphire spring sky
as the moon's silver gaze overcomes the translucent sun;
Slow-blinking stars pattern the celestial weave
while white lightning discharges her forked fury;
like discordant whispers in a violent dream.

Colorless vapors twist and collide as her Dream blurs;
Reason and Action move the wind and order the thunder.
Thoughts provoke Answers and chained fury strikes the midnight sky.
The sapphire blue fades and turns to a mournful cry
as the Moon eclipses the weeping Sun.

Maturity ages the passing prodigal;
her soul searches the aching, twisting dream
for the triumphant Sun to blaze across the weave,
to chase the darkness with its reviving beam.

Twilight tiptoes into a fresh morning sky;
A new day, awake and afresh chants in her ear.
Harmony overthrows the furious Horror; 
the moon kneels to the resurrected Sun.



(~revised 2012)