a sun that always smiles

before sunrise,

like a lantern, among the curve,

the crescent moon low on the horizon

on the far side of dawn winks at the sun

in stillness

after blackness

before the Loons leave the mist filled lake

after the translucent blue



from her eyes

dreams sparkle

and move

into me,

twirling





time fades into radiance

passion echoes

like a sallow dawn

in worlds of fleeting sorrows

the dawn, spreads its dreams

like a sun that always smiles

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