Thursday, March 04, 2010

Poem Draft

Gods and Graces

The gods and graces in my head
are singing in the choir-loft.
Their fearless faces, heaven-bred,
empassioned, raise the quavers soft
that spark to life the sweeping sky
and overpour the waiting earth;
above the fishful seas soar high
the songs that bring creation's birth.

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