A New Facility // Sunrise (poetry by Bernard Pearson)

SUNRISE 

 Your resting face

No sculptor could

embellish

Is the one I read  

each morning, 

as you sleep. 

While I, the horsehead

In your bed

Wait till you awake.

Now It is finally day

And life is no longer

to be lived In the

shadow cast

 by a maze.

A NEW FACILITY 

I’ve noticed that

When I close my eyes

The lids have

become thinner

Like paper walls

In a tea house

I often now 

See two worlds

one still in shadow,

an under study

If you will.

About The Author 

BERNARD PEARSON: His work appears in over one hundred publications worldwide, including; Aesthetica Magazine , The Edinburgh Review,and Crossways. In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm. He is also a biographer and Prize winning short story writer.