The Thirteeth Day

At the edge of our awakening
Dreams behind us life before
To we to us
To we to they
Birds regard another morn

Feel the pulse of new creation
Push and pull
And drum and do
Revel all in revelation
Life is full another morn

At the edge of our departing
Life behind us dreams before
To day to night
To here to there
Death is life another morn

Copyright © 2005 Stan Crocker