Of all the moments I held you

warm, warmer than the

the sun is bright today,

there lays one in a bisque of waterform

crying where the autumn night is

deep in wonder humming long

as the Dark in fire . . .

This scant yet supple-subtle course

hinges on tomorrow in its

light – the way Now

forms each wonder of kindness

as an underling,

like a child whose preciousness

is far beyond words . . .

In this acknowledgement of wisdom,

we hurl ourselves among the stars

as primitive – yet predate the dawn

not knowing the elements before us

– and yet there is an understanding

in the elegance of peace,

for each one of us

is drenched in the color

of daylight passing

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© K. James Ribble