Sep 14 | Paradox (Poem)

I thought, “When Dawn comes,

I will run out and scream aloud

that the day is new and the day is forever.”

 

I thought, “When the sun clears the horizon

it will shine on me and I will be glad.

The world will finally listen.”

 

I told you it would be the True Dawn,

the Dawn behind all shadows of dawns,

the Sunrise over the wreckage of all previous sunrises,

a chorus in the morning that will summon all flesh

to catch fire in its great light.

 

You shook your head and walked away.

 

The sun set.

 

Now I am alone.