Dawn Whispers
Under a quilt of tule fog,
dawn whispers
don’t let go.
Two cells merge
one straight, one curved,
forming anew.
The egg of life,
containing all the knowledge
of the Universe.
You and I now,
mixed together forever,
like sugar and salt.
Me and you all mixed up.
An original master-piece,
with a new agenda.
Under a Quilt of tule Fog,
dawn whispers…
Copyright © Stephen Barry | Year Posted 2015
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