Let this dawn have its day,
even if quiet, even if calm.
Let this day be your balm,
its fire refining and its gold to stay.
Let it silently open sweeping scenes,
reaching beyond the human view,
stirring pools, and waking anew

your hungry lions to celestial cuisines.

Turn your gaze 
from the tired looking-glass,
its colorless story 
and endless maze,
which were once your grass.
Deep riches be your glory.

by Karli Krueger

Moments as lifetimes
days as deserts and dry lands
yet still I feel you.

Amid alleyways and outskirts of sleep,
with the angel I wrestled tirelessly for meaning, 
my soul careening
toward oceans and valleys deep.
His name, my voice did appeal
through weeping; still his hold
just as strong and just as bold,
did not my freedom yet reveal. 
But upon the glistening pink
of the Eastern sky, a glinting ray
atop the mountain peak, athirst,
my eyes did lift, and drink
the epic dawn of a novel day.
Freely, I stood, and left for rot a life lovelessly accursed.

by Karli Krueger

In the stillness of heaven's calling
a truth is found, in love,
where only power above
defends against walls falling.
It is a gift, to give everything
without fear, and in trust
that a truth-brought union must
cause souls' voice to sing.
And should a casting shadow  
give light's sway to gloom,
should that darkness scour
even the faintest nightglow
of our souls' enchanted bloom,
Truth dwells -still as true- amid the darkest hour.

by Karli Krueger

Existence beheld
man and woman united
together as one

Autumn's imminence 
crisply hangs on Morn and Eve
brewing changes seep

Your muse do embrace
within deeply sore caverns
feel her river flow

Illumined dawning
fresh dew awakes sleepless shroud
resonating call

Dirt sand aridness
An eye sees one man standing
alone but by choice