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