There's too much to do, and i just want to go slowly.  Don't rush me.  Don't push me.  Let me move at my own pace, taking in the magic of the sunshine and the quivering leaves and the playful breeze.  There are so many wonders!  If you hurry and stuff as much into your day as possible, you miss out on the most delicious bits!  Take your time. And let me take mine.

Dawn over Darkness

The night-black landscape surrounded me,
silhouettes of black trees towering alongside the black fields and roads.
The soft stars had faded from the dark sky of the early morning,
leaving only a few brave ones to sparkle here and there.
It felt desolate and hopeless,
a lifeless deep that was neither blue nor black nor grey,
yet devoid of the magic of night.
There was no depth to it; only emptiness.
Yet, away in the east, just reaching above the black trees and rooftops,
there was a burst of color.
Light flooded into the sky
as it gently rose from peach to yellow to pale green,
and finally to light blue, which deepened and darkened
as it intensified upwards.
Back to the west,
the pale colorlessness stretched out,
waiting to be embraced by the new day.

The light of hope can be seen
if only one looks in the right direction.

The Battle Rages; Seek the Light!

The demons flutter and dance and cry,
They shriek and wail and rip and try
To interfere with peace and joy,
To fill with fear, the calm, destroy.
They flit about in graceless hordes.
They whisper lies and evil words.
They strive to conquer righteousness,
To take what's good and make it less
With poisoned mirrors that don't see truth
And cluttered thoughts which hide the proof.

But just ahead, beyond the haze,
There is a roaring fire ablaze.
It shrinks not from the evil ones,
But with its light, it binds their tongues.
They cannot douse its warmth or flame.
They cannot shade its loud proclaim
That all is well, and justice fair
Will come to those who interfere
With all that's right and good and kind.
And thus, the light will soothe the mind!

Dream-shadows

As the silent stars approach, the dream-shadows hover
Ever near
Ever nearer.
Lurking like spectres in their charcoal robes,
They flit and slide
Waiting 
For slumber, sweet and heavy
To envelope me 
To give them open
To haunt my nights with fear and failure
With sorrow and loss. 
No bright sunny fields or happy streams 
No joyous greetings or heartfelt love will they bring me
No adventure burns with friendship strong
Only desolation 
And darkness
To fill my nights 
And chain my heart.