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Singing To Insects
Singing to insects – dancing circles upon damp earth.
Bare feet – New dawn – Blessed birth.
I remember well the man I was, the boy I used to be.
I remember well all that was as mine a gift to see.
To smell, to sense as to feel. I remember now a time
When love and life felt real. Now my chest grows tighter
A solar phoenix flaring, a solar phoenix sharing.
So many years I have searched, perched upon the crossroads
Now I find my home, at one with flesh and bone.
I rest at one with the whole my own. I love my heart my home.
I am at one with the sadness that darkness our age
I am at one with the page in turning
By the river sleeping – By the river slept
By the river weeping – By the river wept
I am at one with the fire there burning
Open your eyes – reveal the skies enshrouded.
poem
by
David Lacey
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