Night Into Day
Before him stretched the morning
A golden fire, dawn's sweet light
Touched with a hint of laughter
Such giggling happy laughter
Which touched the empty spaces
And to the darkness gave the light.
A dance of breathing
Poetry without the spoken word
A lifetime's needs wrapped into moments
Telling the world without a dream
The best reality of all things.
How do I write of morning
Who knows unending night
Who never sees a sunrise
But only dancing candlight?
I've walked in shadowed places
I've dancing to my falling tears
I've seen a world dying
And clung to it for years.
How do I write of morning
Of honey gold sunshine?
How do I write of morning
Of the quiet between the sky?
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