Where The Sun Sleeps - Poem by Amberlee Carter
I would rather wake while
the dawn rushes me,
to move in the stillness
of divine placement-
and know that clouds will always stare in silence
as I return home.
where mother earth and sister sky meet,
yes, the sun prepares to sleep-
where angels glide unseen, yet I know them,
yes, the wind
I have felt the movement of their wings.
Oh day! awaken anew.
breathe upon the yawning mountains, the sleepy fields,
breathe upon the road
I must travel, far from here -
take me where the sun prepares to sleep
To death, to death-
we all must die
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