Monday, July 2, 2012

3752. SIGN OF THE DOVE

SIGN OF THE DOVE
This world awakens, it screams, it yells
and hollers. The tender light brightens walls
and windows, scraping up the sides of things as
if, expectantly, the entire planet was waiting.
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The rising of white, the rising of yellow,
the swarm of colors and glow, revolve
themselves until some frenzied moment is
formed and we are, everywhere, satisfied.
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The bird I see alights from its perch -
its quickly ultimate flurry carries it away.
Afar and aloft, the soar and swoop of
eye and wing and graceful arc bestir me.
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I am, far and away, arisen with that bird -
arisen like the light - arisen like this day.
I too seek to flower and soar and grow;
one more moment to prosper and blossom.

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