Dawn

The midnight of my starless darkness
was unseen, threatening the history of my
life within its thunderous head. And in the
illiteracy of my unconsious temple wandered,groping,
small intellect of lifes unteachings. In
the maze of hubris, heavily weighted and
still quite unseeing outward through the windows
of my light,and quiet, unhearing sounds of
quietness.I found an energy that was he
of beauteous face and gentle manner.
The impregnator of my minds beginnings.

Susan Jarvis
Wise, peaceful and wonderful - I especially like 'the maze of hubris' for its aural and aesthetic value. An admirable poem.

Ron Cole
Genius, disguised and awaiting your call! Very intense and deep; nice work!