On Waking from a Dream
I walk through the sky every night on my way to dawn
And in my dreaming pass countless stars upon the way
Aurora's skirt my trail upon the coast that marks the northern sky
And meets the rainbow as it dips to earth
In myriad colours as my eyes flash into light
Clouds give way to sun and darkness disappears
As once again the day takes hold anew
My feet refreshed begin a firmer course.
2007-11-27
06:11:03
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Fr. Al
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The first line should be separated as the title.
2007-11-27
06:11:49 ·
update #1
Have you ever gone through a cloud? At the edges they break into so many little rainbows, the light contrasting with the greyness above.
2007-11-27
09:46:08 ·
update #2
Aurora, both dawn and Northern lights, is a fascinating show of light and colour, like dreams.
2007-11-27
09:47:52 ·
update #3
Imagery is lost on dogs who don't see colour, as poetry also on those without the power and sense to dream.
2007-11-27
12:22:00 ·
update #4