Above the Fog
Above the fog
in the valleys,
beyond the edges
where the last
of the trees
stand,
a beech,
the sun rises
upon the sands
of hours,
the tides
of dawn,
and waves
of life
do reach,
For she lifts
her eyes
to morning
time,
upon the golden
waves
at dawn,
for as she lies
upon her back,
the last skies
of stars
flood the earth
in dewdrops
softly
gently,
the minutes
of days,
at last
do form.
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