PureInsight | May 13, 2007
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The Other Side of Dawn
The calm
a long time coming
night darkest before the morn
as light
finds our horizons
on the other side of dawn.
Our hearts
called to something greater
from cloud to endless skies
a shroud
befallen our common shores
days blinded to the eye.
I see the wall and its writings
I see worlds again reborn
I see the light of new horizons
on the other side of dawn.
The song
of spring resounding
lotus into many a flower
seasons pass
this final winter fades
moving closer to the hour.
A storm
and bitter seas subsiding
nations rising from their fall
the truth
of timeless ages awaken
a voyage transforming one and all.
I hear the rise of tides now turning
I hear hope from times forlorn
I hear the flight towards new horizons
on the other side of dawn.
The Coming Dawn
Lotus in a burst of flower
hearts unto a greater Law
this dark of a closing hour
a promised light to the coming dawn.
Flags unfurl blood-red
skies under a spectre of grey
yet colours of new horizons unfolding
where a 'party' falls from its reign.
Calm finding seas subsiding
beyond the lie and the storm
this dark of a closing hour
a promised light to the coming dawn.
The calm
a long time coming
night darkest before the morn
as light
finds our horizons
on the other side of dawn.
Our hearts
called to something greater
from cloud to endless skies
a shroud
befallen our common shores
days blinded to the eye.
I see the wall and its writings
I see worlds again reborn
I see the light of new horizons
on the other side of dawn.
The song
of spring resounding
lotus into many a flower
seasons pass
this final winter fades
moving closer to the hour.
A storm
and bitter seas subsiding
nations rising from their fall
the truth
of timeless ages awaken
a voyage transforming one and all.
I hear the rise of tides now turning
I hear hope from times forlorn
I hear the flight towards new horizons
on the other side of dawn.
The Coming Dawn
Lotus in a burst of flower
hearts unto a greater Law
this dark of a closing hour
a promised light to the coming dawn.
Flags unfurl blood-red
skies under a spectre of grey
yet colours of new horizons unfolding
where a 'party' falls from its reign.
Calm finding seas subsiding
beyond the lie and the storm
this dark of a closing hour
a promised light to the coming dawn.