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)