Meditations At Dawn
Pink and mauve is the dawn
There where I left my body
ravished by a fever at night on the rocks
a soft light spreads with the foaming wave;
The child that went to sleep
and woke up with the dawn
is a grown up standing in a row
of fishermen tugging at the net.
The lessons learnt from the stars
are hard to translate on the rocks.
Let me work with fishermen
and embrace the tide and the waves.
The child is with the moon and the stars
wishing me a happy day and tugs at the net hard.
Image courtesy +Humanity Cries
Pink and mauve is the dawn
There where I left my body
ravished by a fever at night on the rocks
a soft light spreads with the foaming wave;
The child that went to sleep
and woke up with the dawn
is a grown up standing in a row
of fishermen tugging at the net.
The lessons learnt from the stars
are hard to translate on the rocks.
Let me work with fishermen
and embrace the tide and the waves.
The child is with the moon and the stars
wishing me a happy day and tugs at the net hard.
Image courtesy +Humanity Cries
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