An old sun rises,
breaking over the buildings
and reinventing the landscape –
repainting the buildings
that sprawl and strut along the sidewalk.
The new sun stirs,
a rumbling tumult
of dreams and confusion
tangled in the old sun’s rays.

What the dawn touches is glazed
in amber, copper, gold,
mead and honey,
sweeter and lighter.
In taking in its glamor
I am overcome,
the waves of light break over me
and I am knocked to my knees,
sputtering with
a mouth full of wonder.

Remarkable, unimaginable –
the world fills itself
with magnificence,
swelling with its own numinous presence.
Labyrinthine and powerful –
how perfect a thing to love in,
to give love to.

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