Polar Light of Sombre Sun

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In polar light of sombre sun

Are flickering shadows seen

As Words emerge

Whose dancing light

Is greater than the place they’ve been

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A Lion’s mouth sounds forth it’s call

As red is joined to white

And in that voice

Is freedom’s choice

Made total in the night

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Does lighted wood create its life

Or simply give it song?

Within the form

No longer born

Uniquely kissed, no right or wrong

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A mighty breath, drawn in and held

assumes the power of good

And hands its life

Beyond all strife

To She whose body is the wood

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©Stephen Tanham 2016