Runaway
water spilled out and over
Up
from the broken depths
In
joy its message through the hills
Rushing
tumbling running laughter
Fitly
greeting arriving guests
At
the dance of the dawning daughters
A
crowd of welcome swallows flew
Up
from the rested trail
In
hope they brought their fragile friends
Folding
homing cached in glory
Swiftly
finding a gathered clan
At
the dance of the dawning daughters
Love’s
tiny children spread their wings
Up
from the lighted place
In
peace the instant of their battle won
Laughing
playing falling over
Finding
each their spirit’s twin
At
the dance of the dawning daughters
- From 'The Ragged Writings of Everland:' Volume One
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