Morning sun

 

Like when you open the first page of a dream

and find that it is empty

 

nothing but black skies and solar rain

the basket of night rocking the day away

 

here are your fallen spears (brothers    sisters)

hold my head still as I cry

here you can claim what you came for (do not ask for it)

 

a newborn child asleep on a ray of light

morning sun painting her silver on the lonely sea

 

I have a green leaf and a grain of salt

(do not ask for it    it will come to you)

 

 

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