When The Ages Coaxed A Smile...
when the ages coaxed a smile
from the dawn,
the night fluttered in the cages,
to stumble over the thresholds
of the ages.
when the lodestar
curiously crimsoned the dawn,
i shuddered into a wake;
transcend a spell of rituals:
'there's our visual re-assurance,
against our gloomy null and void,
to see the hues of a new dawn,
to chirp into the vibrant blues'