Wangal Morning

By | 18 June 2017

sounds almost mute
like earth
like blood
then heat
move in shadows slow given back light
measure the measureless
once more around time

fracture sound
half sigh
fill sky
gather old light from other place
when we, new
you, gentle
slipping through horizons
for bird song
for your poems
for what you have buried here
give these offerings
say to dawn,
make light soft
make light gentle
make it not a night
split open
let not this night
split me open

I’m still asleep
but you know I will wake
if you need

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