Innovation of the Dawn

Pointy limbs ignite

as the sun scathes open sky

from it’s nest bouquet of trees,

where just like a sprawling eye,

the fog of sleep breaks down

as that screen of cloud erupts, and

what was is swiftly switched around

by the music day conducts...

It is in this symphony of morning

Where all sexes, race, and creed,

have a choice to live in gratitude,

and shoot up from their first seed,

fanning as we notice change...

...We, the Children of New Lights!...

In our infancy we cry, exclaim

For that which One was privy

to arise to sight...

...See it as it floods fresh skulls!...

Bathing us with blades from

cutting edges of the dawn...

...Watch us tumble down like

incense ash within Tibetan bowls...

Free of roots, we saddle in...

...Melodic notes align

our true, and sacred song.

©

4/25/20

Bunny Villaire

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