by Steve Tanham
Captured now in golden light
Day’s writing ending with a blaze
A tale of green turned brown then gold
As fading Sun shapes dark to hold
These chapters in the night
These precious children of the days.
Enduring Queen of night enfolds
Yet only feels, where light reveals
What softer muse will hold till morning
And reaching to awaken this
Delivers from her mouth the bliss
Of summer Sun’s new dawning.
©Stephen Tanham 2021
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
Sun in Gemini 
Super presentation
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I love that line… ” these precious children of the days…”
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Thank you, Jaye. I really enjoyed writing this – there were about ten iterations! 😊
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Wow!
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Beautiful 💜
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Thank you, Willow ♥️
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