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Waking in the water
as the sky drops down to join you
Your feet are made of clay
Child
of day
Stars to keep you dreaming
of the darkness that enfolds you
Your body turns to light
Child of night
Follow a sparrow to a forest made of crystal
Trees of silver music planted by a wandering minstrel
Dance
to the melody, sing to the song in your heart
Waking in the water
as the sky drops down to join you
Your feet are made of clay
Child of day
Think of living logic,
just a fragile web of meaning,
struggling in your hand
Child of sand
Then your heart may open
to the one who will embrace you
like
a flaming velvet glove child of love
1968
Ken & Tom Frankel
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