one a.m.
i sink into my stoop and surrender
to the mellifuous meander of moonbeams and dreams
woven from my open heart
and the dark cloth of night
this night
gentle and spacious
my song
boundless in its prophetic cadence
i pray
under the moon
a patient witness with its sweet steady gaze
the sky
vast and shimmering
a vault of jewels deep and flickering
that i cast my wishes into
i lean into the loosening breath of the night
and release my song
long and relentless
into this wilderness of shadow and light
may it crystallize with the break of day
like dewdrops in the morning haze
as the diaspora of night's shadows strays
may all fears be undone
with the orchestral sweep of morning sun
as the air is awash with rays of a new day
may our spirits be washed of all yesterdays
and may we rise
with spaciousness of spirit
under the potent promise of today
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