sunset dazzle

You live in the land of the Dawn,

the place where Light is being born.

Darkness grips you still, as labour

pains begin. You exist in the

Between, the not-yet, the middle

of the fairytale, where witches

cast spells and evil triumphs and

your happy ever after has

no power – but your story

is not over. Not yet. That dawn

breaking leaks words on your pages,

penning resolve, perseverance,

hope, courage into existence

and you, awake in the dark, see

stars before they shine – prophetic

promises – with your eyes of faith.