A New World Is Born

I want to wake up in the morning
speaking in a different language,
a language of words that are
not like these words but are
words who carry a sweetness
like seeds, words who have been
held silent in the Mouth of Night
until they are new enough
to hold together in the morning.

And let the things of concern
not be clutched so tightly but
let them float loose, and
float loose away, the things
of worry, and busyness, and
clocks, let them float loose
away entirely.

And let these new words that
are born of the Mouth of Night,
let them show themselves
shyly, so only a sideways
glance notices that they are
words that have whole rooms
inside, rooms and rooms where
the light glints on dazzling facets
as though the softness of the
fur of bees is in them, and
the way green boughs hang

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~ by desertrose on January 16, 2013.

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  1. Thank you again.

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