505
where the light comes in
dream shines still
a tender touch
when day's declared
perfect repose
shown stirring
in the moted beam toy
where the light comes in
leaves steam dew set
you find the trail
you're followed here
seek and hide
fine feathering
and spirit shown
see how the bark's engraved
you take the shadow of a bird for squirrel
just where the light got in
it leads to the blue
some certain words lit
less than writing
doubts set afire
an arc of flight
is gone
once read
the eye knows all
if the well ran dry
a moon would show
where the light comes in
won't it be summer enough?
we ourselves are of moment
we're the what's-revealed
truth falls by the way
where the light comes in
how faithless the eye
to light where it falls
perch and teeter, steady on
it's held in our hands
a moment
and haul
time stands with the thing itself
all rise to it
won't everyone sing?
aren't we playmates of the sunshine here?
won't we see the creatures charmed
wherever the light comes in?
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