Sun Blossoms

Silver Wonder

IN the growing silence of the day
A silver wonder glows,
A nucleus, born from the circling clay,
Of light like a strange rose.

In my fathomless abyss it brings
A moment's bright relief
As if some heaven-descended wings
Had own over this brief

Existence leaving but a trace
Of their miraculous flight
Upon the clustered memories
Of the branching tree of night.

My burdened heart becomes a song
Drunk with the wine of sleep
Poured from the bodiless fire-throng
In caves of a luminous deep.

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