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Blood-red Sun


Blood red sun, where are you traveling with your thinning veil?
The dream, opens its eyes to the new day, the latest breath,
awakens a sweet column of sky, a chart of the coming season.
Inventive veins, mysterious layers fade, unfold the light
now speak a story of an emergent Love to come.

(Tick tock…)

Orange sun, where are you traveling without the creature’s will?
The morning’s inauguration trickles in, nature’s wake-up call,
and the birdsong maintains its warble of an ordained exactness-
Speak a language that thinking beasts can understand!

(Tick tock…)

Yellow sun, where are you traveling with your naked ascent?
What does your rise mean to my Love, to her star-spangled spirit?
O, comfort her with our union’s truth, open her eyes to Me, to We,
and recognize the truth unfolding between us, through my fingers.

(Tick tock…)


© 2013 the spirit of Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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