Daen Davidson ≈ Small Birds Follow The Night

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small birds follow the night

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to sweep, the amber sun
get up, for the day, the prayer

you left in the dark veil
of becoming, arrives to quench

your beauty, the trust you came
to find, I know, I was there in the

circle, the cathedral spoons, ringing

weeping with my mother’s tongue, now
quiet, i yell with owls, i howl with
wolves

one day, she will take me again into
the human sphere, for now i dwell outside

the wall, walking with turtles

we huddle in the vacant beaches

cold to touch, yet still enjoying
the swim, with seals; they saw my

fin, they saw my wing

we travel, a day, at a time
as we wait for you

in the delivery room of sand and bells

it is the mystic’s food
the charms of the absolute

the well, where life dwells

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07/28/2012

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