Posted by: Peadar Ban | March 10, 2009

Who Rises

Who rises east of here
Caressed and caressing? Soft,
Light touches. Shadows stay

Uncertain near. Ought
One invite their presence, more
From pity than from loss?

Pity shadows shadowing away,
Fading slow. Sure to die
As light leaps. Oh, light leaps high!


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