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The
Perfect Day
by Marc Power
I awaken in the darkness
as the jeweled stars subside,
and thus it begins,
nature sings,
to grace the dawning,
song-birds weave my morning,
their lyrics speak of
love-that-is-to-be
and my world has
come alive
once more
with pale oranges and reds
nascent,
the hesitant disk
steps stealthily,
rung by rung,
up the crooked ladder of the sky
and I await that moment
of waterfall-clear and crystalline
unutterable beauty,
gold hour-glass and shining sands
measure it
the Gods that dwell in ancient lands
treasure it
and in stillness
revere the
sacred sunrise moment
when you
open up to me,
flower that greets the sun
and reveal the hidden beauties
and secret joys
you share with no-one
I bend to kiss
tears of
dew-droplets
from your embracing leaves
dancing
in gentle winds
the perfect day
the perfect day
the perfect day
begins
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