Dagian (Dawn)

Midnight brews Moon’s mocha beams,

Her phase, espresso-black,

Pours delusion, darkened dreams,

’Til light leaves, colors lack

Frothy fog conceals starlight;

Dense-whipped imaginations

Veiling eyes, an onyx night,

Diluting mankind’s vision

Cresting ’top their hills of flint,

The Dragon, breathing fire,

Swallows whole, the cup, to rent

Eve’s triple-shot attire

Photo Credit:

John Roever

Sunrise in Flint Hills

18 Sept 2016