| Gracefilled rain has washed old air to new,
Everything that clung like mud has gone. Loud crow announced the change at dawn, Flying low the streets on song streamed From the sunrise height that magyk knows. Dull bones of yesternight�s dismay are dust, Light enough to rise above their graves to Dreams and summer sky still wearing cloud But only for the gathering of all that must Depart so that gentle soil can breathe again. Gracefilled air is promise-warm and life lies Soft with rain on shining skin awake with Knowing that your love will find me here in New-day dreams and summer, free of all But breath and essence open to your touch. |
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| *image: Francois Fressinier |