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RE: All things Literary & Haley
Here is a little peek into the dark recesses of the mind of a swan, and how Haley can bring light to even the blackest landscape.
The Coming Light
Crashing waves surge within an internal sea
Where black rocks, craggy and sullen,
Hang with heavy darkness--
White foam is swallowed in
Bottomless cracks.
Gray air hangs damp and curtain-like,
Smothering the darkling shore
In sheets of stinging rain
That feels as icy and
Sullen as death.
Lost and without direction, screaming birds
Reel and drop above aching stone,
Some drawing so near the cliff's
Raw face that stony teeth
Tear them from the sky.
All is rage and fury and aching desolation
A rampaging freeze gripping the
World with gray vice fingers
That grasp and claw and
Shred the light.
Light does shine dimly and bravely against
The dark and hungry storm,
Unraveling the onyx air with
Delicate precision and
Persistent energy.
Shine on, you small steadfast tower,
Shine with the glow of hopeful
Energy that pushes against a
Mindless, empty fury with
Tiny fists.
Push outward into the night air,
Force back the darkness with
The glow of a false dawn,
Until the true dawn
Arrives.
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