Poem from "Write or Die"

A poem for you to enjoy.  It's from my work in progress, a book of short and rebellious verse called "Write or Die" that explores the dark, the wild, the redeemed, and the savage... 

Dawn

Without regrets, without remorse, without sorrows
Bury quietly yesterdays, resurrect gleaming tomorrows.
Down falls the ruined tower of dreams deferred
Of pleas unanswered, of prayers unheard;
The long deep dark of unbroken cold
The sovereign night in which hope grows old
And the dew of youth, brewed to a murky mixture
Does unglue the truth and makes lies the fixture.
Like docile slaves, we fasten the shackles about our feet
Then complain and cry in pain to every free soul that we meet.
We watch with envy-laden eyes those who rise like satellites
Men who loved and lived their dreams, achieving astral heights.
Those alone on the ground look around and see the truth,
Decades have been squandered, we've seen the end of joyous youth.
It's at that moment, when all seems lost and darkness rules the sky
That the twinkle of a single star ignites and lights our eye--
Then comes the shift, when cleansing winds sweep the clouds aside
The full splendor of the moon appears, and wicked shadows hide,
Their power broken.  By the passage of time we have a token:
Even the darkest night holds a promise unspoken.
For the tears that we cry, fallen just before the dawn
Are the tears that purify, giving strength to carry on,
And when the first golden rays hit the sky and make a blaze
They burn a fire that rises higher and lights the soul a million days.
They thaw the heart, that frozen deep had ceased to love and ceased to beat;
And then remembrance returns of all we once held dear and sweet...
We chance to hope: a fragile hope, but still a hope, renewed at last.
We shake the yoke and shackles like the sad detritus of the past.
Without regrets, without remorse, without sorrows
Bury quietly yesterdays, resurrect gleaming tomorrows.

Copyright The Poet Rose