The Sweep

November 13, 2011
The sweep
Of sleep's design
Weaves the sunlight's
Steeping with the meadows
Of the coursers
Of the dawn
But night retains
And tries to keep
Us in diamond studded sleep
But after echoes
Stained in blooded dew
Rinses free to seize the day
Washed in rains
Born of a mind
And stilled
To minted sea

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