waking to an amber morning
and musical smoke
winding the same song
as when we slept
upwards
skywards
the clearest daybreak
through misty eyes
is a rousing dream
of the new
the past in the now
and how
then I saw
a star in the east
but I’m no magus
and you’re no hypnotist
still, wanderer, one thing is true
the earth is you
©2011 Hey Hey
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