Joy for Light

The Morning Sun
is golden,
upon the door.

The early doves
are singing,
“Joy for light,”
once more.

This moment
of balance,
between birth
and death,

this magic,

a pause in the day
before later rays
burn the doves

This time,
I caught it.

A bottled thought,
warm, golden,
this Nectar
fills me with

the magic
of the day.

©️ CGT, 2018.

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