Polar Light of Sombre Sun

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Polar Light of Sombre Sun


In polar light of sombre sun

Are flickering shadows seen

As Words emerge

Whose dancing light

Is greater than the place they’ve been


A Lion’s mouth sounds forth it’s call

As red is joined to white

And in that voice

Is freedom’s choice

Made total in the night


Does lighted wood create its life

Or simply give it song?

Within the form

No longer born

Uniquely kissed, no right or wrong


A mighty breath, drawn in and held

assumes the power of good

And hands its life

Beyond all strife

To She whose body is the wood


©Stephen Tanham 2016