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Lying beside my cold, stale ashes
I feel the dawn preparing her day
With little, hushed peaceful gestures

Then upon opening my eyes, I greet her crimson smile
Slowly peering over the horizon, whilst over I turn
And say good morn to the stars out late

When at last I wake, the dawn has merged
With a morning sun, prying midst trunks of the tall
Where I stand like a sprig amongst giants

And raise my chin to the sun’s bright, and
Absorb nature’s verve with solitude as thy neighbour
I listen to the light bounce through canopies, watch birds go about their busy lives
And now, smell the silent grey threat of rain

A prelude to strong winds roaring through the canopy
Stripping leaves that have long since lost their youth
Where they spiral to the floor, filling with rain and
Become useful once more to the parched

My spot amongst the forest is now sodden, for
No longer do I stand blinking at the rain soaked floor
But sway in tune to Mother Nature's song
Dancing to her rhythm, singing her song
Until the night's chill resurrects my ashes once more


Poem: Shadow Dance

I listen to my shadow as it wakes
Contemplating its solitude, hearing how peacefully it
Settles over dawn’s breath, and how it looks upon
Last night’s fire, but a stain upon the earth

I listen to the sky cleft open the dawn
Watch as she tears a strip from her canvas taught with night’s frost, 
Allowing the last of the stars to slip away, unseen
Whilst my shadow now watches sleep, invade my breath again

I now listen as dawn unfolds about my camp
Watch as the shadows slyly acquaint themselves and 
How impishly they mingle with the tall trees
Until sunlight chases them all away

I listen to my shadow slide bashfully beneath me
Loneliness dissolving in birdsong and the 
Growing pains of the forest, as 
Clouds now collect to frighten the sky grey

I listen to the wind chase itself through the trees
Moaning in search of those shadows, as
Tired leaves tumble amongst cries of the forest, where 
Tears gather into cups of the fallen

I listen to my shadow slurp greedily from the forest floor
Gathering the tears of the fallen, cradling them 
Like his own flesh and blood, until the solitude at dusk
Basks with the night’s fire making their shadows 
Dance with the forest once again





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