Quiet Resonance
by Odin Roark

Anticipating the eye by day,
awareness awaits temporary facades to retire,
another day's fulfillment,
another test of patience.

Inevitably…

As dawn draws near,
horizons portend awakening,
reality's shadow lengthens,
touching East to West,
comforting sleep’s ascension.

Shortly…

Shadowless light
bathes the mind's workshop,
a new day’s meditation begins,
waking hour's revealing nakedness
awaiting the ardor of one’s muse.

Closed eyes spring open,
releasing images once shaded,
now converging with cells of clarity,
surging through heartened valves,
flooding hesitant passions with courage,
shuffling the ever-present jigsaw impressions
into connectedness.

The inner-being’s lexicon of discovery takes shape,
mini percussions crescendo into massive cymbals,
light's arrival awakening imagination,
bursting forth renderings of yesterday's confusion
into today's resonance of quiet.

The poems we all carry
need but the nocturnal light
to usher closed the eyelids of sanctuary,
flowering child-innocent dreams
where nightmares seek solace
and pleasure gives thanks,
readying silent words
into passages of discovery.

Day ends…

Then once again one smiles upon night’s pillow,
foreshadowing tomorrow's arrival,
where visions procreate through yet another dark canopy,
preparing tomorrow’s epiphany of light.