The early morning’s chilly breeze
Whistles through the naked trees
The soft dew fallen in my hair –
A beaded crown I now do wear.
Then, turning to the sun’s first light
I bear witness to a wondrous sight –
A perfect circle, bright and fair –
So common and yet still so rare.
Around and round the spinning starts –
Lifting soul and warming heart.
Spinning so the sun might see
It’s own light enter into me.
The spinning stops, the waltzing ceases
And I am looking for the pieces
Of my life, before the dawn –
The light that made the world reborn.
I pause to catch my breath and then
I find the sun’s moved on again.
My brief chase is to no avail –
The sun departs this golden vale
And the world is as it was before.
Carry on, I must! Yet evermore
I remain. Sadly though, it travels far
That ever-brilliant, distant star.
The darkness growing round-about
Steals colour, and I come to doubt
How again the sun could shine?
Into the dark abyss of mine…
But before the long, cold night is done
I turn, surprised to greet the sun.
Not spreading light across the land,
But clasping my big clumsy hand.
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