Dawn Run

DAWN RUN

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DAWN RUN

Restless, I ran in morning dark
when the full white moon
was shimmering out
her completed beauty
and longing for the sun.
Shyly, she dipped behind
low colorless clouds to the west,
transfiguring them
into luminous cream.
A small band of birds broke the hush,
eager for that fabulous diamond
of the morning star
to dim in a slow, gray rush of light.
The river drank down her last spilt milk
of moon light
and was dark silk again.
I heard beavers
slap their tails mid-river
to greet each other
with the deep hollow sound
of a large stone
dropped from a great height.
Suddenly inspired, I ran like a sandpiper.
Then with monstrous strides
I licked up the ground
and felt for an instant
as if I was running on air.
The amazement broke through again!
I was like Abner running for his life;
I ran like Asahel who overtook him.
The sudden smell of grass
spun my soul into ancient worlds.
So I sat upon a stone,
worshiping God by the river,
and felt an essence of young blue
soak through the sky.
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Dawn came!
It began as a little yellow-haired girl yawning.
Then, suddenly, countless golden gazelles
scattered everywhere
before the bright lion of the sun!
To the west, white clouds put coral bands
upon their billowing hats.