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Song Born Dawn Song born dawn swims in, Over an island. Clambers under the clouds, To clinch the deal. Dark to light, A fair exchange. Birds of the bush approve, And rain scent is so heavy, That it swims in the mind, Like grey's growing. Dark to light, A fair exchange. The Moan of Those Left Dawn creeps into Orion's bed. The implacable hunter does not stir. The dark reveals it's silhouettes Slowly, as grey grows apace. Night surrenders here at last. Cloak tossed aside she lays Her shield down, before our eyes. The moan of those left, now begins. Stunned We Stare As Elliptical paths are salient, There is a frisson in the veins. Even the moon agrees Old Gaia breathes again. Radiation from the foci star Touches at the necessary angle, Warming earth once again. From root to bud aquiver With tremour of procreation The perpendicular pump eases The spring; fires the sappy days. Stunned once more, we stare At the accidental universe. Jeff lynch |