‘The mists of dawn’

The mists of dawn 
borne on the wings of the nascent day 
Hail from dimensions of an infinity 
beyond our mortal ken 

They skim the edge of the waking world 
that skirts the realm 
upon yon horizon 

As it draws a line of indigo blue 
where the sleeping seas 
Encounter the empyrean heights 
which vanish into the eternal sanctuary 

Source of all that abides 
within this mortal coil awhile
’til that last day foretold of old
When creation entire
shall be inspirited to journey
Beyond the opaque veil
into the presence 
of the light unknowable 
That ne’er quivers nor wanes 

~ d.a.simpson ~

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‘A livid blush’

A livid blush bloomed aloft 
in a wash of lavender and lilac 
As it swept through the heavens 

Where the setting sun 
gloried in a blaze of crimson 
For to begin its descent 
into the silent mystery 
of the tranquil seas 

Which serenaded the skies 
in a lullaby of deep magenta

Where a horizon of inky mauve 
parted the unfathomable serenity
That pervaded the benthic realms 
of an unseen bliss beyond bliss 
From the coruscating flush 
a’flower amid the vast empyrean ceiling 

When the hour of dusk 
consumed the celestial expanse 
As it abounded in a shimmer 
of coruscating fuchsia 

And time stood still                                                   
~ d.a.simpson ~

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‘A moon of ivory’

A moon of ivory 
‘Gainst vast skies etched 
Supine reclines 
Upon a canvas of indigo 

While a gentle breeze 
Innocuous now 
If only for a time and a time 
The treetops does caress 
As the hem of heaven it does skim 

‘Tis a humble whisper of a breeze
And belies the swirling winds
Of an earliertide 

When in a frenzy 
T’had spun the clouds a’billowing 
Into wisps of snowy white a’swirling 

As a million stars
Older than the very hills
Strewn across the midnight scape 
Of visions and dreams did a tell

From of a world of bliss beyond bliss
Far from this meagre mortal coil
This valley of fleeting shadows                                     
~ d.a.simpson ~ 

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‘High above the silence’

High above the silence 
which adorns the deserted beach 
where tranquility abides 

The endless celestial canopy 
hails a gentle breeze 
That sweeps clean the very skies 
and enraptures the realm below 

As a pale sun 
abounds in the east 
For to lay claim to the dawn 
in glorious splendour sublime 
Wreathed in a shimmer of gold

Amid skies of flawless blue
that exult in a glory unsearchable 
Beyond the meagre understanding 
of a mortal world 

~ d.a.simpson ~

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“A sky of staggering beauty”

A sky of staggering beauty 
arches over the dominion below 

As gracious boughs of skeletal trees 
stark black ‘gainst the vernal heavens 
Stretch fingers of finest ebony 
far into the realm of midnight 

Where dreams and visions prevail 
amid the whispered mysteries 
that pervade the hours of darkness 

When a violet glory blooms awhile
in the nocturnal shadowlands 

While an opal moon
dispels the darkness 
And scatters its soft light
through the celestial scape 

Where a myriad stars rejoice 
amid the infinite opulence 
Of an endless firmament 
ever attired in perpetual tranquility 

~ d.a.simpson ~

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‘Twas an elegant night

‘Twas an elegant night 
That watched over the slumbering world 
One tranquil eventide 
Graced by a serene moon 
In pale cream attired 

Which ascended the wall of indigo 
In splendour and majesty 
Its royal throne for to assume 
Aloft in the heavenly scape 
Of a glorious midnight

When the skies were clear
And a myriad stars
Rejoiced in an endless celestial infinity 
High above an earthbound realm
of mists and shadows
While dreams and visions 
Pervaded the nighttide hour
In cloisters of languor and repose

Where solace and succour 
Revive the wearied of body and mind
And the sorrows and lament 
Evoked by the cares of this life are dismissed 

By the consolation of a benign midnight
That casts a soothing countenance 
Upon the sorrows and travails of the living 
For to bestow that mysterious balm 
Which ever soothes the soul and revives the spirit

~ d.a.simpson ~

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“A glorious moon” #poem #poetry #writing

A glorious moon 
portrayed in alabaster 
mellow and full bodied 
Bloomed aloft 
‘gainst a violet canvas 
and dangled low awhile 

Amid a heavenly scape 
edged by a rocky escarpment 
of granite black
Home to a straggle of skeletal trees 
that scaled the ascent
to a distant crest 

Lost in a far mystery 
somewhere beyond the boundaries 
of this dominion 

As the placid realm
basked in the lambent glow
of the benign light
By the orb of night bestowed

~ d.a.simpson ~

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“The sun melted like wax” #poem #poetry #writing

The sun melted like wax 
in a vast firmament 
that smouldered aloft 

As the exulted orb 
fell through the emptiness 
to’ard a sea of molten copper 
at the close of day 

While the heavens turned to crimson 
beyond a mountain range 
in yonder distance 
Whose granite walls burned bright 
in the lambency of dusk 

Changed from stone inanimate 
to glowing monoliths 
of deep magenta 

Stirred from a torpid inertia 
by the pageantry spectacular 
That swept through the evening sky

~ d.a.simpson ~

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“A stygian sky” #poetry

A stygian sky 
compounded the despond 
That pervaded the cold of night 
while the darkness 
written on the infinite canvas 
Grew darker still 

And there was a silence awhile 
that abided amid the stillness 
Of the tenebrous firmament 

As cool mists gathered 
upon an inscrutable horizon

Which marked the boundary
tween the dimday of evenfall 

That enigmatic threshold imponderable 
when shadows abound
in the corridors of nocturnal obscurity 

And daybreak a’dawning

When a light unknowable 
from yonder heavenly realm 
Does a vanquish ever and ever anew 
the sepulchral desolation 
Of each impenetrable midnight 

~ d.a.simpson ~

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“The tide was low” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

The tide was low 
that night 
And the languid waters 
devoid of vigour 
lapped at the slumbering sand 
Which slept beneath a sky 
that knew no stars 

For there was a fog 
a heavy curtain indistinct 
drawn across the indigo 
cutting out the light 

That lay scattered 
beyond reach 
throughout the infinite cosmos 

Concealed awhile 
from those who abide 
Upon earth’s dusty crust

~ d.a.simpson ~

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