The blesséd morning brings a warning word
Before even the gull rises from bed
A sign to see, for it cannot be heard
When deep as blood the sky awakens red

Let breathless words define the heart’s desire;
Before the words, let not a thought pass by;
For in such unconcealéd speech breathes fire
That, once revealéd, cannot ever die

It was in cold December that I wept
In longing for the sun’s distant return
Yet now it seems that through the grey I slept;
I wish in winter I could more than yearn

I walk at times amidst the tow’ring trees
And listen for the wisdom they would share
Their whispers ride the current of the breeze
And fill with ageless truth the verdant air

I rose amidst the rays of red sunrise
And peered on the horizon to the east
There, for a moment, truth wore no disguise
And so revealed itself to me, the least

On fire-lit walls the shadows dance and bend
Alive for moments that the flames create
And down the walls the shadows slowly wend
As roaring flames, to embers turned, abate