Dewdrops
Corruption’s gate the many swallows
Few at all can pass the test
The time for preaching is at midnight
When the dream stirs in your breast
But at the dawn when we awaken
What is then that need be said
As day returns in simple wonder
All as one we break the bread
And from the sky a rain of blessings
Gods and demons join the feast
To eat with joy the heart of sunrise
And as light to find release
And so it ends right where it started
Melted by Old Sun’s embrace
All our efforts now all exhausted
Vanish there and leave no trace
(Spring, 2022. Originally published in my sixth book of poems, OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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