Tuesday, April 3, 2007

long before the sun

fog on the ground at our departing hour
the dark weighs more than we might think
still we see in the distance a golden tower

we hope for that revivifying shower
to let the thirsty earth awake and drink
fog on the ground at our departing hour

in shadowy corner the small beasts cower
we note their eyes they never blink
still we see in the distance a golden tower

the hillside hides the city and the flower
no light comes through the smallest chink
fog on the ground at our departing hour

the lights of cars don't blind but glower
above the sky seems a deep pool of ink
still we see in the distance a golden tower

so we may have the joy but not the power
we're far from falling but still on the brink
fog on the ground at our departing hour
still we see in the distance a golden tower

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister

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