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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