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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The Dance

Morning Sun,

Hearth rising in the East,

I stand to greet you
Breath full,

Present and open.
Ready to offer as you
Offer.
Light, truth, clarity,
Always open and

Moving with intent

To the West,

The Summerlands.

Where you lie

To sleep,

Leaving the night open for

Her

To dance.

Posted by West in • Poetry
Tags • breath, dance, moon, light, summerlands, sun,
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