The Coming Reign by John Polselli


The sun came up so late today that I
Was sure the stars and moon usurped the light
That keeps the cages of the raven Sky
Tight-fastened in a never-ending night
Whose dreams that blossom, like a waking child
Bestir and pace about the sable cell
In longing to eclipse into the wild
And cast a parting glimpse toward its hell.
A morning that is blooming in your brain
Will shift its rays against eternity
And whether night is stable or insane
The dawn shall mock her in futility,
For every eye shall rise and curse the day
When the soundness of the moon has gone astray.