| Dawn Golden ambrosia sinks into my veins. Long dark from the night, My eyes falter unable to adjust There is brilliance outside my door. A world of light I no longer understand Where I am forced to squint cautiously for meaning. Vivid colors are dazzling against dark images of memory in my mind. I once sank willingly into the darkness, Coaxed by curiosity about what sun blinded eyes could never see. I found comfort in its dark caressing hands, Felt powerful in my ability to touch and understand the other side. But I found deception In a land where pitfalls appear suddenly under the feet. Falling got tiresome, so I sat still watching the shadows move Enjoying their delicate fluidity. I have been sitting and watching for too long. The path home turns bright with dawn, And I am caught in amazement As the world shifts into sharp relief, striking colors. No longer quick sketches, but full color oil paintings Where I, dumbfounded, begin to wander Interested for the first time since childhood In all there is to see.© 1997 wendi loomis "Reflection in Fragments" |