Thursday, 25 October 2018

The Power of the Dawning . . .




                                    The Strength of the Dawn

Lightly---on the silver surface of the quiet sea---  
The sun arising leaves his lilac birthing
Fitly swift upon the sea’s-edge wild horizon

Below these shades of palest winter green---
Lilac strands of clouds in glowing topaz---
This fiery orb leaves trace of rising only quickly

Of the light within---each broken open heart
Knows quickened birth---
In all her fleeting colours of intuitive comings
And the strength of dawn in all her new beginnings




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                  The Power of Night’s Changings

And of the changeful night---
Violet drops of moonlight in deep weathered places
Purple palaces forming and palisades of turquoise
Mauve fastnesses in silver-lit moonbeams---
And all transparent their milk-white tincture
Crushed in black ink mixed with his spilt blood

These were piercing changes I know---
Deep inside me---
Held a moment in pressed currents of endings---
Ripe---through new entrances within

Yet of a single door---the fruit of death unto life
In darts of black currant and blueberry---
Threads passing through
In cream all dipped in amethyst---

Winged thought taking flight
And after a long and arduous journey---

In woken sleep alighting upon that star in you
Which---weathered by the light of ages---
Takes the feathered edges of the passing through         
And makes them new---




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