Between night’s dusk at sunrise

The poem below came out of two dreams, some may say maybe nightmares (with all the conflict) from a long time ago. JK is a real person, the poem is built on the dreams, which manifested themselves in bringing to life the aspirations as to the direction/s her head and heart were making for at the time.

Let me know how the shades of light and dark go after you finish reading, enjoy (I hope).

Between dusk and night at sunrise

Between night’s dusk at sunrise

Her active days, they rush on by flying so fast beneath the harvest sky,
Far out beyond the nightmares, keeping company by the estuarines,
Where the snakes, the vipers sweat each for their long days away,
Passing through every deep dark hole between from east and west.

“Girl born with a wild heart,
Came the daughter of the untamed lands,
Grant freedom to the brave whom help,
With love in earth and verse, love to all her kind.”

Her time in some of the darkest places, darker than torn souls,
JK walked in out of each nightmare, her world a war torn zone,
For many years have passed, since the doctor she became,
The days the war rages on, her skills she bent a smugglers run.

“Girl born with a wild heart,
Came the daughter of the untamed lands,
Grant freedom to the brave whom help,
With love in earth and verse, love to all her kind.”

Always laid within the thick of it, JK rescued thousands from such wrongs,
Through the chaos day and night, the medicines she brought new friends,
To stem the constant flow of blood, to help revive so many broken lives,
How can such a once quiet place, turn to become a war zone in our time.

“Girl born with a wild heart,
Came the daughter of the untamed lands,
Grant freedom to the brave whom help,
With love in earth and verse, love to all her kind.”

We met so many years ago, JK like the daughter one could love,
Born her wild ways, she walked in tall with a big wide open heart,
Her stance a vantage to good sense in living, her love for others’ ways,
She does not need to think to hard, about when, n’where to lend a hand.

“Girl born with a wild heart,
Came the daughter of the untamed lands,
Grant freedom to the brave whom help,
With love in earth and verse, love to all her kind.”

Brave in her trepidation, many peoples’ in she trusts along the ways,
The places where her life has traveled, the dreams she’s learned to breathe,
While JK walks to greet me, walking slow now in a new found peaceful land,
A daughter’s love to welcome fresh, will always set free this tired old open mind.

“Girl born with a wild heart,
Came the daughter of the untamed lands,
Grant freedom to the brave whom help,
With love in earth and verse, love to all her kind.”

“Where the storms of night’s dusk wave their curtain,
Each one calling brave aloud to her name at sunrise.”

5 responses to “Between night’s dusk at sunrise

  1. Reblogged this on Sean Bidd and commented:

    The first verse was not working, and was a little harsh, it kind of set the wrong tone for the whole piece. So here’s a revised version, re-blogged without the hard edge at the start, hope it reads better now. Thanks, and leave a comment if you like…

  2. This piece you delivered as beautiful and noble as JK’s heart.

    I bet most of your dreams can be that interesting.
    Quite generous of you to share them all, especially this talent of yours for turning your experiences, perspectives, dreams into splendid writing, Sean. We thank you very much for that.

    • Thanks, Marj… Not sure, I can’t remember most of my dreams. Dreams and experiences are where all the potential stories dwell, just biding their time to have line strung together. Thanks again..

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