A Middle Time

lake and mountain
The dark night melted into familiar colors.
For a moment, a belt of orange filled the sky.
A brilliant star wakes me for the new day.
The midnight black has transitioned to blue.

As I wait, the sky returns to black again.
I hope to see one more dawn.
I’m marking the hours as I drift away.
I pause and my eyes close briefly.

The mountains ahead form a jagged horizon.
A surging dreamer climbs the tallest peak.
I see myself passing the limits of time.
A subtle light prepares me for the coming day.

W. Wayne B.

Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Lac Blanc, Mont Blanc. By javi.velazquez [Image license]

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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