Golden tear slides through the dawn
Upon purpling cloud
And shrouds of cool silence.
I weep an endless blue sky;
The world spins about a lie.
My dreams leap about: a fawn
From gentle creak to river’s roar,
And all the myriad hills, their
Valleys that sweep before
The twisting slope of up
And down, dusk and dawn,
The tumult of my waking life.
With a graceful shout, I ride
Sweeping waves in bluing sky;
And in the land of dreaming rest
I find my solace
In the tears of my wishing dawn.
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