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| Sunrise |
You've caught the windy
song as it threads past us here.
You rise, hold my light,
my lowering light.
I feel the spacious welcome
in your heart, your eyes
as you rise above.
We shall lift our days toward
the gold flame beyond
the gray sun hanging
low in this odd aged land.
We are now entranced,
woven together
as true as ever we've been
life and life and love.
January 18, 2010 7:23 AM
That final graphic epitomises sunrise so well! Clever you for linking the two with your poem.
ReplyDeletechristopher, this is one of your most beautiful poems.
ReplyDeleteYou've caught the windy
song
how i love this!
it is how we all become entangled, isn't it?
xo
erin