Daniel Davis

Storm the Darkness to the Dawn

A day is ending, the sun steals my sight

So I run west, undaunted by the blinding dark of night

Weary, lost, broken, I stumble and I fail

Night has overtaken me. Shadows close their veil.

Wiping tears, dressing wounds, never dried, never healed

For all I’ve done is chase the dusk, freezing time, too hurt to feel

Barren darkness invites my stay but the stars shift in the sky

This night spent running toward a faded dream leaves empty question. Why?

I had never asked.

Ahead, a dream, a hope behind

Turn, storm the darkness, break the dawn

This new day’s sunlight is sweeter than the last

Each dream realized yesterday, today has far surpassed

But ever present in the passing time is a fading yesterday

What hope is the warmth of a sun, fleeting, never prone to stay?

I had never asked.

The Son will rise after the last night has died

And warmth will heal our hearts

That day’s endless light will no longer hide

It forever demands that darkness depart.

Hope answered.

The sun sets on the humble, the weak and the strong

But do not chase the setting sun, but Storm the darkness to that dawn.