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like a moon upon your field of snow! Each buried root awaits the touch of spring As you to your own celebrations bring Such glory as reflects from down below. Of mirrors let us sing, and holy light Not ours, that yet we spread across the darkness, 'Twixt eternity and nothingness Shining to illuminate the night. Gardens wait, and naked stands of trees; Rivers wait, and lakes, and frozen streams. Eden waits to try again its dreams, Enduring underneath our cruelties. The world reflects your moonlight, white and still. In what you see is what you are, though time Needs cycles of the wind and of the will, Granting to each sentiment its clime So you may each sense of life fulfill. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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