Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Daybreak

Daybreak


Birds peck on the solid plinth
I once stood upon in silence;
Strange to see my white shadow
become luminous with song.

The earth surrounding me parts
as each particle of light recreates
a new beginning, and I am 
inebriated daybreak

exposed to the open air. 
The wind in the trees
and magenta clouds 
sweep over me.

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