This is the first Aubade I’ve written. You can find my post here if you would like to find out what an Aubade is and my reasons for writing it.
Morning’s Sweet Light
Midnight’s curtain pulls apart
shot through with the blink of day
As morning’s early light whispers
pastel-pink, for the sun to have its say;
Sparks beauty in her sleep, draws me back
into your warmth where once more
I am darkly safe.
Yet entwined in the heat of that lost,
Guided through the night,
now revealed in day-break’s flight;
Parting’s Despair as it opens as with
Where once we lay, still, secure;
Exposed and naked as with no lie;
Just one last time
before Desire’s Goodbye.
Tearing away from the cool of the dream
falling now, ever closer, into
Sun-flares paint the distant clouds
as God’s hand, the Artist’s perfect eye
brings forth the announcement that all must end;
Awakens panic drawn from
As I spread my wings, time to fly.
‘Come back, my love!
Why must you leave?
Morning’s Dawn is my gift
to bless your Night;
No more for you to grieve!’
Look no more! As I wipe my tears
through soft-seeping bright
I cannot speak another word.
Never more with you, I turn away
and walk alone, as I must, into
Morning’s Sweet Light.
Poem and all photographs (c) Sherri Matthews April 2014