I could be the sunrise,
If in a new day,
As clean and clear as the stars
Last night shone over the desert,
I rose and sparkled.
I could be the sunrise
If as pale light’s tendrils
Reach the sleeping folds of the earth
And the soft breeze whispers through the grass,
I exhaled.
I could be the sunrise
If as folded petals of the cactus flower
Slowly unfurl in the burgeoning glow
My love
‘Til now shivering under the inconsequential sheet
Is warmed and nurtured
By my dawning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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