Poetry

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For a moment--I dipped my hands
into the golden sunrise,
And feeling the warmth rise along
the horizon, presented myself for
its nourishment, all the while
Resisting the urging wind,
Denying the instinct to fly,
embedding new roots in Nature's flesh
And drinking happiness from her hand.

But now--I close my eyes...

Beginning a new moment in the
Absence of the sun, Where a
chill wind abrades my skin,
Attacking with icy fingers
the warmth that now recedes
along dying limbs.
Starving for Love's nectar.
Emaciated and broken.
No longer able to find you in the dark.

--Anon--