11 May 2007

The Part In The Curtain

The impossibly soft pillow
Of a rose’s breath or
The welcoming dew
Of the morning grass
Hiding to hold a ray of sun
And meet glad extinction,
The merry chaos of earth
Sees such things pass
And return, Like a
Thankful heart stirred
By the moon wakes, but
Yields again to sleep.

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