Heartbeat of the Dawn.........

clifford_1972

I want to rise with the high dawn
Born in the dreams of eagles
Sacred to the horse and the stone

A dawn that treads the hallowed moss of the forest
In robes of mist and stratified light
Blessed in the green cathedral of the fern

A dawn drawn deep
From the well of myths
That breathes wild, breathing blue
Water into the Blue Rose of
Sufi legends in the desert wind

A dawn that knows the sadness in the Heart of Man
Yet does not lament, is without lament for the dying moon

Instead, an offering of prayer
A dawn of blue and orange hands
Palms held skyward on the horizon
Fully exultant in the blood of the sun

A dawn that beats the blue-green rhythms on the drum of the Earth
That divines the skywater in the breath of clouds and
Chants the tribal names across the face of our planet
An illuminating dawn that breaks the terrible night in the Heart of Man

Let the light of that dawn
Shine in my eyes
The blood of that dawn
Flow in my veins
The heart of that dawn
Beat as my heart