Dawn Thunder

giants loom
in the cracks 
of these tiny hours,
casting shadow
against the softness of night.



yet,
this light-
ness of spirit,
burning so bright
and so pure,
cleaves ever unto
truth,
as river
sculpts
rock
and time
to perform the impossible,
with patient and placid persistence.



but,
before you slip
smoothly
into this stream of wonder,
flowing from the font within,
a warning, to the dreamers:

Beware,
for here there be devils at play,
carving miracles with love,
and with flame.

Beware,
for the future knows your name.



...

and as a crimson tear falls
up the corner of a deep purple sky,
Destiny calls
as night dances away,
and the last mothers bow down
and cry,
for a new day rises,
and they fear the coming fall.