When Sunrise Swings Her Lamp
When sunrise,
Swings her lamp,
We are born, again
Seeing closed eyelids,
Open, with sparkling eyes
This gorgeous parade of
Snow-white sunflowers,
That sacred sun-dance,
Bathing in beige light and
Holding the columns of this earth
Finally, this morning has broken
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2009
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