The Cracking Dawn
A fading darkness embracing the earth Segregating the earth before sunrise As the eyes of the bleeding flame Glow in the hanging fog Scattered moisture departing tree tops A lone placid sea turns blood With the ink of the heavenly flame As the infant dawn casts its shadow Commanding the wind to sleep in stillness While the morning turns into a glittering dew The red eyes of the glowing flame Casts a golden spectrum like a sunflower Painting on the dazzling clouds Beyond the eastern skies Reflected like a convex mirror in our eyes The nocturnal creatures farewell the darkness The morning cicada welcomes the glittering dawn While the leaping sun greets the gliding clouds As morning birds sing their cheerful songs The rays kisses the dew on still leaves The calmness of dawn Forcing the leaves not to dance But to hide the beauty of their smile Like an old woman sleeping beside a fireplace Warming her body by the burning flame The reflective flame in red and gold Sprinkle like an ink on the canvas With the eyes of the heavenly rays Escaping the darkness like a thief Illuminating the earth for twelve new hours
The Dancing Waves
FRIDAY JANUARY 8, 2016, Alexander Haro, Senior Editor
On the surface of the mysterious blue Unseen wind kissing saltwater surface Curving white clouds of rumbling bubbles Forcing the waves to follow in a curve Like morning fog on the tree tops A dancing queen with a glistening crown Smiling and swinging in magic rhythm Like Motu frangipani petals swaying Stalked on soft frizzy and kinky hair Waving steadily in ceaseless cadence Like an image reflecting in a mirror Rushing to the seashore’s sands As a herd of woolly sheep might move Wanting in calmness and serenity Stained a complexion of its own turbulence Yet, the blowing strength of the wind Always making the moving sea grumble Shoving dancing waves to leap and to dive It’s the dance of the waves in choreography, A gift for our eyes from the bustle of the sea
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