Early morning

Early morning

As the sun rises in the skies of my spirit

it dissipates the mists of ignorance

and burns all the darkness that used to shroud the landscapes around me

Its light is still pale beyond the pearly mist

and forests are still hazy in some places

but apart from that what used to be undefined ridges of black rock

places where I was afraid to step in because of all the holes and the trees and the noises

that assumed horrific shapes in the pitch black night

are now hills and mountains I’m not afraid anymore to explore and inhabit