The Long Day Wanes
The long day wanes,
And,
Shadows carry
The rising darkness
To completion.
Slowly, slowly
The dimming light retreats,
While the heart
May grieve the day without
The hope of another just like it.
The white-hot yellow sun is gone down.
The cool moon rises
To cast new shadows
In a magic world of blue’s night black,
Where the true nature of things
Seem larger and simpler
And
Dare us
To embrace them.
The time is near,
I fear,
The time is near,
While preparing to lie down
And
Sleep
Sleep
Forever sleep.
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I feel the dare myself this morning, Michael…….feels like a most powerful full (and blue) moon about to burst and pour down on us. The ancestors are breathing close to our ears, our hearts.
Big Love to you and Andie.
Love the image of the ancestors breathing close to our ears.
Suns and moons, our earth spinning, hard to remember the bigness of it all sometimes.
“This” is vast, isn’t it?