The New Day

The sky turns gold
as the myriad rays of the sun shirk
the last remaining strands of darkness.

The new day rises higher into
position- ready to take control
of the throne once again. Its speeches

of warmth overrule all
aspects of insincerity from
every life form’s body.

Jubilance surfaces onto the beaming
face of all creatures present below.
Below.

The realm of the heavenly
walk below- each step
drawing back years of irrepressible insanity
that plagued those victims.

We stand before each other
naked, but with clothes
as glorious as though God made them

from the essence of his hair.
But this time, he walks among
us in an atheist light.

Here, there are no religions.
There is only the comfort of knowing
that there is only the comfort without foreseeing
the momentary happiness.

Momentary lasts forever.

I’ll meet you in the place where
there is no darkness.
But… there’s not any ignorance
or strength here,

my friend.

I’m always in the light.

Wow, I love :

The sky turns gold
as the myriad rays of the sun shirk
the last remaining strands of darkness.


And the part of there is no strength or ignorance here. It's vaguely...anti-1984?

Joan Greenwood:

Wow, I love :

The sky turns gold
as the myriad rays of the sun shirk
the last remaining strands of darkness.


And the part of there is no strength or ignorance here. It's vaguely...anti-1984?

Not so much anti-1984 as against the desolation that it provided.

Favorite parts:

We stand before each other
naked, but with clothes
as glorious as though God made them
and

Here, there are no religions.
There is only the comfort of knowing
that there is only the comfort without foreseeing
the momentary happiness.

Momentary lasts forever.

I read this poem twice, once in my head and the other aloud. Reading it aloud made it sound even more beautiful.