One Red Morning/ A Re-birth

One Red Morning

I saw a girl one red morning
whose coal hair shivered in the breeze
whose brown face turned towards the sun
like a green leaf
and whose delicate features
made love to the light as it broke over the Pacific.

I saw a girl one red morning
whose small feet knew mountaintops
whose dark eyes held the depths
of the sea
and whose heart
beat with the wings of the circling gulls.

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A Re-birth

These are the good days
the golden hours
of playing tag, kickball
falling in love
and such.
These are the lazy afternoons
the time spent
at the end of the dock
where the fishermen
cast their lines.
These are sunny times
the oily sunblock days
the sweaty brow days
the gold and the brown.
These are cool splashes
clear water
slippery rocks
wet clothes.
These are starry nights
pillows in pickups
jazz and stocking feet.

These days awaken something
deep inside.. It stirs around
and explodes from every pore
a song
a peal of thunder
a spring
a re-birth.

I am ALIVE.