An Incandescent Atmosphere

In the embers
of the last hour
I sit in quiet solitude,
savouring the beauty.

I gaze outward,
then turn inward;
marvelling at the masterpieces
God has set before me.

In an incandescent atmosphere
the shades blend;
hues whisper the promise
of a new tomorrow.

A prayer fluttering across my soul,
washes clean
all of the scars and pain,
erasing my sorrow.

Night enters so softly,
as if tiptoeing to reveal
the very first twinkling
of those faraway stars.

I lift my face upward;
the sweet, gentle breeze caressing,
with moonlit beams kissing,
as I gaze toward Mars.

My soul yearns to fly free,
be one with night,
soaring across oceans
through the nebula.

To ride the milky way,
fly unencumbered,
stand on the wisps of clouds,
silence the mantra.

Alas, I must rise,
with heavy-ladened feet
I trudge the concrete jungle,
returning to monotony.

Retraining my eyes
as lamp light flickers and fades,
city noises increase
erasing the tranquillity.

Leaning against the door
I gaze back at the moon,
searching for the unseen memory
beyond the shoal where horizons meet.

Offering a silent prayer
I retreat to my resting place,
releasing all to the Divine,
escaping to dreams so sweet.

© Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.

Published by Leslie Dobson

Leslie has been writing since she was a young child, first with poetry and short stories and later with song lyrics, young adult stories and inspirational sayings. She is a multi-genre author and her blogs and books come when and where the Spirit leads.

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