RedRavenPoems

The golden light,  herald of dawn

Before it’s might,  the silky clouds last not long.

They burn away,  fade to naught

And above it all,  blue sky is wrought.

I feel a kinship to these fading mists

Burned away by the trials of the world.

Burned by my own golden light

As it shines,  so far off,  yet bright.

I crumble.

I fade.

I turn transparent,  I am a shade.

The winds blow,  tugging at my soul.

Apart I scatter,  no longer whole.