the lamp of morning

December 14, 2012 § 2 Comments

the lamp of morning

when I saw you
holding the crystal up
to the column of dawn
I wondered
what it was you saw
because
as I readied
myself for another day
of mystery
not knowing what I’d have
to face
you were so sure
about yours
the orb in your hand
multiplying the light
in spiral waves
that seemed to cleanse
the air of worry
I looked up as I said
goodbye from the hall
a moment,
as you turned
and smiled,
that held the lamp of morning
before me

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