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Jun 2016
I once fell upward into the Sun,

...the warmth that it supplied.

Skin-tanned and tingling a triumphant feeling,

...pores of my form they cried.

I felt the heat and heard the roaring as the orange punched through my lids...

It sapped my will, took it out of me, took away all that I could give,

I opened my eyes and she smiled at me and pointed at our kids.

I joined in laughter from taunting thoughts while Panis cried along in jest,

...we fructifying day of love effusive halls burgess.

The titmouse, finch and chickadee and a lonely swallow,

then butterflies, the moon and bees came to our hidden hollow,

...along with the nightly grotto.

We found ourselves part of the stars placed in the magic show.

Then round the tree love as we go,

...for as in life; you never know.
As the sun intensifies it feels like you are moving closer to it or it is moving towards you when you close your eyes. A valley is framed by walls of authority; trees. Panis, "Pan," was/is nature itself so all things alive in nature are Panis. Grotto was a Greek mythological term for the night time sky. The, "tree," or, "pole," was a cosmological term for the axis around which the planet spins.
David John Mowers
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David John Mowers  43/M/Raleigh
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