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Boy Soprano

Boy Soprano:

I am the daylight
          And I am the hours;
I am of this name
          This hallowed night:
Seasons pass from day to age
          In the palm of my hand;
As in the sound of silence
          From a falling leaf;
I am of the green moss
          The down-spun stones in the well,
As well as of the silver salmon
          A sunlit pool under ancient oaks.

On my thin forehead
          The veil rests inbetween,
Through which emerge
          The vast embraces.

          And desire is good.
          And the unseen touches skin.
          And all living things are healed
          By unspoken words.

When I whisper
          Meet me under the moon.

Copyright © 2006 James Lawer

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