the everlasting dawn

Heaven’s ceiling has drifted away with the dark
and we are left with a greater height to ponder
bathed in beatitudes of blue and gold
while the white thumbnail of the aging moon
fades into the treetops that reach for her
with wind quickened grasping living limbs,
and that same life takes hold of me as well
and pours the everlasting dawn into my heart

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