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Flavors of the dawn

False gods remember
and are banished
as they sway below the chords
and the streaming of the thoughts
where will I go wandered the
hooded Shepard as he watches the
flock he tends in the fantasy of this March
the staff steady in his hand clasps
in the grip of the horizon
by the end what will it matter
what will be sung or left unsung
in tatters is a subject that
begs telling in the wholeness
of the latter, of it all, on the dew drops romps the fawn
can I catch a break, can I catch a cab, a taxi to the market
where they sell trinkets of the morn'
awash in flavors of the dawn
the wind shatters the innocence of the pawns
bring me a silver chalice with a ruby handle, so I can drink
and remember the secrets that have been stored
in the deep gorge split by thunder
on the golden lawn where I sit in morning's splendor
beneath the spider's first line of defense braiding the high ledge
I do ponder on the silkiness of the time that has gone
as I feel a chill wind come upon me
where will I next go asked the Shepard
not of sadness but of love
the forest Queen repairs the garden
to remember
what comes once will come once again
come November
with luck and legal tender
we'll stand before the bridge
of time and tell the story of the
ancient spire on the ridge of tomorrow
clearly in the fog
the pendant of the prince that is of Moldavite glows
shyly in the evening of redemption
where all may drink before
the throne of time and forge
the midnight sword
now abandoned, now redeemed
once more it kindles in the
light and kindness
no longer neglected
a song of peace
a song of security
a song from the spring of Love
in the flavors of the dawn

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