Monday 6 August 2018

A voice calls from the morning by Adam Parry

Cure me of these dreamless sleep,
inoculate my heart from fear.
Over there something shines
and a voice calls from the morning.

The day! the day is begun again!
taking all the tired eyes upward
to blue sunshine, to a fight of song on the wind,
pushing us, flowing about us-

our footsteps on the damp grass, regulate into a dance
we levitate upon lips as she kisses the red earth
levitate to some cloud city floating, below drenched in sun
watch the sleepers wake.

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