Towards Morning

There is a land above the wind for you to walk through
O my near and inaccessible love.
Green waves for a chariot
Clouds to move as shadows about your live uplifted face.

Surf shall frolic among the toothy off-shore rocks
Imperturbable background music to our dreaming.
Happy and lost in this new morning freedom
Exquisite on our silent tongues.

Between sky and sea and sand shall be written
In broad brilliant asterisks of truth
The journey that led us unerringly towards morning
Caught briefly and forever in a puzzled glance.

The stones will not hurt your feet.
You will come running down the singing shore
And step smiling and sure out of the cold clear morning
Into my dream of dreams.

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