Hours in the making,
the sun tilted her head
in morning greeting,
peaking curiously over the
grand expanse of night.

And standing, on the brink
of Universal awakening,
we entwined our fingers
with air and fire, shook the earth
from our limbs and hardened souls,
dove towards the depths of unknowing,
and swam in our remembrance
of each other.

Flesh against flesh,
hearts stapled to our lapels,
like beating badges of honour;
beat/breathe/beat...

we always rise again.

01/05/2006

Posted on 01/04/2006
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