Morning Sky

A Simple Poem

Morning an hour in ascent
Heavy westerlies darkened
Now advancing, seeking to
Vanquish Helios’s arrival

Aligned with night, these
Storming clouds and cover
Demanded Helios surrender

Defiant…
  Piercing…
    Light

Burst through threshold
Shining on beheld souls
Thirsty, shivering cold
Prisoners of both night
And day’s eternal dance