Sunday, August 28, 2011

Daylight Taunts

Daylight taunts with flashes of brilliant clarity
but the sun, when it rises, is veiled with clouds
colored teasing purple and mocking gray.
Do they shroud a cold Apollo?
Or is this drab ersatz morning
prophecy and fulfillment all in one?
I long to blow away the brume
in long streamers of resurrection,
to fly on wings of light and color!
But I am fettered by cinereal chains
and freedom is drowned in a mist of lies.