jueves, 10 de febrero de 2011

the first day (ii)

hint in the air of fragrant jasmine
as dawn slides down my throat
like a precious tear
declaring how perfect
the flavor of this moment is

milk veil of twilight parts
wind shimmers on the leaves of Spring
a silver sigh flows over the newly turned earth
exposed smooth bones of the hills
ring like marimbas out of a now lost dream

may we receive this
the first day of the rest of creation
in the spirit it is given:
fully open--

--Lorena Lobita © 2009, 2011

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