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Worldsong.
by
Keith Robson
Butterscotch meadow and lavender sky
cloud woven tapestry passes me by,
mezzanine flowers that dance in the wind
with soft swaying bowers of pink tamarind.
Dark satin secrets and birth bringing light
unbroken links of the day and the night,
sepia cameos flicker and fade
In pale convolutions of jasmine and jade.
Black behind blue in infinity lost
brilliant cut diamonds are set and embossed,
light that is ancient, and dead before birth
touches the furthermost outposts of Earth.
The whisper of thoughts and the dancing of rhyme
are symphonies from the beginning of time,
the song of the world is eternal and true
and deep in the heartbeat of me and of you.
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