Eight-line Poems

I Remember a Time…

I Remember a Time…

Dark the world in the bright headlamp hand of night,
road flashing into view, a flickering hole in the blackness,
our traverse across the timeless eternal Transvaal,
in the shadowed hours when the land lies sleeping,
a thin sliver of radiant light at the straight horizon,
spreading, tearing the world from the overhanging sky,
growing, glowing in fiery conflagration at the edge,
the dawn of day in a featureless, sprawling plain.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 09.02.21
Prompt: Dawn of day.