From Dawn to Dusk

From Dawn to Dusk

~From Dawn to Dusk~

My soul arose to symphonies,
Upon the growing light of dawn
And all at once, I felt at ease
As stillness saw my spirit born
Unto a brand new thirsty day,
Beneath the day-blind stars above;
My limbs unfurled to golden rays
And vested plans of peace and love.

Today, I’ll seek the peace I crave
In floral meadows built of bliss,
For on this day, I am no slave,
No robot chained unto a desk.
I’ll hop upon a gilded cloud
To seize adventure for my day;
I’ll urge the sun to drop his shroud,
To pour some light upon my way.

In verdant fields, my soul shall sing,
In ruthless winds, I shall not shy,
For secrets buried deep within
Shall rise and free their desperate cries.
I’ll wander over distant dales,
Below a jewel-encrusted sky
As sorrow sheds its sullied veil,
My withered soul shall freely fly.

On rolling hills and raging seas,
On deserts far and mountains high,
My inner joy shall carry me
And all life’s misery shall die.

As twilight trills her closing tunes
And blackbirds steal into the dark,
I’ll sit beneath the sallow moon
To share the secrets of my heart.
Upon the dusk, I’ll whisper thanks
To all that thrives in Nature’s hands;
I’ll thank the stars – their loyal ranks
And all that rests upon the land.

And as I lay me down to sleep,
I’ll be reborn unto the night;
The moon shall have my soul to keep
Until the morrow yields her light.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Fair Maiden of Creation

Fair Maiden of Creation

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Dearest Spring, release your tresses
Chase my bitterness away
Roll your grace to yonder meadows
Draw your light upon my days

And with your sylvan symphony
Invite your emerald jewels to rise
To paint upon the ashen meadows
Glistening sights before my eyes.

Although the chimes of morningtide
Do holler their impertinent rings
I shall arise with jollity
And springtime drafts upon my wings.

Away! The solemness of winter
May your gloom oblige no more
Arise! Fair maiden of creation
Brimming with beloved awe.

As feathered friends leap gleefully
Above the roaring waterfalls
The villagers confront their homes
And brighten up the cottage walls.

With mighty plans and great intent
They sweep away their dusty woes
With visions of abundant fields
And trellises of reddened rose.

The ghostly scenes of rolling mists
Reluctantly come to an end
The earthy fork tucked into soil
Awakens to his redbreast friend.

And when each bud and thirsty bloom
Presents itself unto the skies
Oh, let this be the final view
I ever see before my eyes.

The void of Winter now withdraws
And with it, idling declines
As Eden stretches out her wings
Her paradise shall be divine!

The tepid breeze shall kiss my face
Cerulean skies, I shall admire
To watch the world awakening
My yearning eyes shall never tire.

Observing death with all its woes
Its fading light disheartens me
But then, upon Spring’s providence
An endless promise, I do see.

I hearken to creation’s call
As every precious season turns,
Reminding me upon my path
“Of Dust thou art, to Dust thou shalt return.”

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.