by Steve Tanham
Polar Light of Sombre Sun
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In polar light of sombre sun
Are flickering shadows seen
As Words emerge
Whose dancing light
Is greater than the place they’ve been
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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
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Does lighted wood create its life
Or simply give it song?
Within the form
No longer born
Uniquely kissed, no right or wrong
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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
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©Stephen Tanham 2016
Sun in Gemini 
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Lovely, Steve, very evocative.
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Thank you, Noelle.
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