Life as an Extreme Sport

Dream Dawn

This firmly solidifies my nomination to the black crayon club. I like some of the aliteration, but overall roll my eyes at it.

the harsh light of morning shattering the dreams dreamt before dawn
washing disillusionment from horizon to horizon
what was only imagined
what was actually there
what’s been turned unreal in this morning light
what’s been blown away by this frigid air

the night brings its comfort it’s shadows full of maybes, hope lurking in the dark
in chocolate eyes the passion reads while doubts flee from such clarity
what was only imagined
what was actually there
what’s been turned to reality in this evening light
what’s been brought forth by this fervorish air