The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
From the sheer cliff face An eager seedling rises Grasping at the sun
Through the morning mist A wading crane, motionless Suddenly takes flight
Darkness enshrouds me While subtle forces gently Send me toward the light
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