Dawn Is Brilliant Poem by Lazarus Knix

The dawn is brilliant.
Each resurrection-
A myriad of hands,
Painting horizons
With oils of red-
Which cool into Gold.
His fiery tongue is
Softly ascending
Licking life into
The skyline.

The day is brilliant.
We act upon thoughts
Created from dawn-
Soft contemplation
In motion, making men
Into architects
Of their destiny.
Now do not wonder,
Or waste time asking
Why the day is bright-
Staring into light
Makes one blind.

The Dusk is Brilliant
Rivers are slowing,
And colored yellow.
We are mellowing
And praying for love,
Fortune, luck, and peace.
I am drifting, now,
Into my own thoughts,
My fantasies…I
Am at peace.

The night is brilliant.
The silver clouds dance-
Above, etched like sand.
Darkness brings the light
Of minor bodies of white
Which twinkle calmly
And guide souls to life-
In universes
Beyond our bodies.
My heart sighs…

I suddenly rise..
Ah..
Dawn is brilliant.