New Dawns
Immerse they say
Yawn in dawns of bright new days
Pillow canyons
blue blanket falls
Yarn gardens
tangled
listless
tall
Above wicker birds
endlessly high
is open firmament
a cotton down sky.
A door slowly opens in the still mezzanine,
within soft ivory forests and spiny mesquite trees.
Fleeting brisk laughter from vanishing imps
is our welcoming overture and beckons us in.
From a dark chasm we slowly emerge
Through a symbol, a door marked cypher and verge.
The door locked behind us, leaving us here
to wander in awe
for the rest of our years.
Written by my husband Thielus.
A. Green
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