On The Eve of Apocalypse
As the world comes crashing down
a gentle light breaks through
and the shattered pieces in a falling sky
give way to warm, comforting rays of sun
heavenly halos radiate
permeating the industrial grays of personal apocalypse
then the end becomes the beginning
and the viciousness of cyclical infinity dissipates
so the calm drifts in
a rolling fog blending with the heat of the light
and so enveloping the ruins
a soothing haze to blur inadequacy and dull panic
chaos, confusion, and fear are buried in the rubble of revolution
only to be reborn:
creativity, inspiration and hope surge—
tsunamis of renaissance
breaking against the collective psyches
overpowering and consuming
to create opportunities where there had once been—
—desperation
and resilience is no longer the figment of fables
nor courage the illusion of dreams
for when all the sky has fallen
and the world down around with it
tenuous dust will have settled into softness
leaving the sun alone,
a dawn brighter than it has ever been.
©2010 Ami Lovelace
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