The sun sits pretty, cradled in the palms of the clouds
Kissed goodnight to the moon and stars
Birds bathe in the seamless beams on the treetops
And do Sun salutations to the morning star

the
 flow of
           Truth
crystal-    
             lized
 in a
  thought

d r o p   l i k e   t h e  r a i n
w h e n   t h e   s i l e n c e   o f    d a w n   h a s   p a s se d
  
c o v e r   t h e  w o r l d  w i t h  y o u r  l i g h t  d r u ms  o f   s o r r o w

i            w ant         to        dance.        i       want      to        cry.  

w i t h             m e m o r i e s           o f            y o u

g h o s t s
g r e y  &  w h i t e

kissing the  c o l d.  c h a p p e d.  wearing.
skin of mine.
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