Dawn:

The lark is singing in the hand
of the gloaming air
and every note is a strand
of my lover's dark hair

The moonlight is her mantle
my dark love is gentle
o her loving hand is gentle
as the heart within her breast

The first taste of blackberries
after the rain has fallen
the garden is a mist
light steams from the bark of trees
my love in dawn's halo
the haze rises up from all the earth
and dances through the fingers of her hand
outstretched for me...

— Dalton, Nov 08, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Country/Region: The Celestial River

Favorite Poets: Shane MacGowan, Dylan Thomas, Qays ibn Al-Mulawwah, Wallada bint al-Mustakfi, Rumi, Khalil Gibran, Yona Wallach, Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Eluard, Brendan Behan, James Clarence Mangan, William Blake, Tom Waits, Charles Bukowski, Forough Farrokhzad, Thomas Chatterton

Critiques

greeneyes

16 years 7 months ago

what can I say.......

Dalton, This is just beautiful. It was visually stunning, and left me with a haunting feeling, I loved it. Elizabeth

Kailashana

16 years 7 months ago

Dalton, your love poetry

Dalton, your love poetry knocks my socks off. Question did you mean aster or after? ~A p.s. forgot to mention the poem I submitted yesterday, Kabir (3), won over the one I wrote that morning... which was "dawn". strange, eh? I'll post it today.

Dalton

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Kailashana

Dear Kailashana Thanx for noticing, I did mean to put after and not aster. I shall correct that line posthaste. Thanx for reading, I love your spritually enriching poems aswell. Love Dalton.

lyz

16 years 6 months ago

Dear Dalton

Just magic. Well done, so vivid. Love lyz. XX

Electric Blue

16 years 6 months ago

Dawn

Dalton Just love this my friend I just love the imagery here. As I love to be in this place so many never see smell hear. The colour of the skies changing - the birds singing Nature so natural with berries in the hedgerows waiting to be plucked and tasted savouring each bite exploding on the tongue Ummm. The long and winding roads to no where do I trudge or up on the open moor with the wind howling or just a gentle breeze etc. I love the colours in this scenery you have set before us. Blue