writer in the dark

sunrises

there’s something about the gentle nature of sunrises,
how light slowly lifts the sky,
veil of stardust slipping away,
parting curtain of constellations,
brushing away the disappointments of yesterday.

stolen hours in the hopeful transmission of dawn,
when yesterday and tomorrow are
brief eternities before and ahead
a warm hug and a kiss atop your head,
before the sun and blue sky awakens your world.

a rare uplift of quiet solitude,
a weightless distance from
the heavy past,
the pressures of the future,
the demands of the present.

perhaps life is not about
what you have done
and what you will do.
perhaps there is no point
except to enjoy where you are.

and how can I not,
with you in my arms?
the sun rising as you sleep softly,
its light streaming through,
and painting our moment rosy.

in these moments,
I think of the time
that has brought me to you,
the time we have spent,
how we can build a future so new.

how it all feels so vast,
the way our kind of love
became so vilified in the past.
everything people have fought for,
what we need to fight for.

and yet, all this cacophony
dissolves behind my windows.
all that rings loud is morning’s hum,
your breathing in harmony,
with your heartbeat’s steady drum.

we lie in our cocoon of warmth,
your face so wonderfully calm,
your head resting on my shoulder.
shielded from outside’s imposing noise.
just… us. content. together.

I wish it could be like this forever.
that we could escape this world,
where the flames of civilisation’s past
eats away, starves, chokes out
our present and future.

I dream of setting the world on fire,
leaving tradition’s followers
to burn and rot
by the ashes of its grave.

for you.
for everyone whose hearts
were born to be broken
by society’s rule.
we deserve to live true.

we deserve to live a life not so fraught
with hate, pressures, boundaries,
tyrants who ensure we can’t exist
in the mundane, the calm, the commonplace,
without fighting our whole lives for it.

but these are merely tired ramblings,
of someone who just wants to hold you
a little longer as the morning ticks away.
who wants to hold your hand and not feel
fear and paranoia’s encroaching claws.

I do not know if my fight is enough.
I do not know if the world can change for us.
but I know, at least, that my love can craft
a mundane, a calm, a commonplace
for us, our world, the people we love.

the sun stretches its rays over the waking world,
you hold me closer and breathe me in,
for a moment I forget how heavy it all is.
for a moment I let myself believe
life can always be this beautiful for us all.