Early Light
Early Light
I stir to early light’s
whisper of morning
while still awash
with dreams’ endless calling
of spirits
gods
prayers and chants
echoes of conversations
angels
love
affection
silence of dawn
and realizations yet to come,
and so I arise
to a note without a song
and mouth the words
of a poem yet to be
when spring calls for summer
endless yearning
to become
to be
the many lives I’ve dreamed.
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