Perfect Dawn

The blackbird sings of future dreams.
They, being dreamed, come true.
We walk along the empty beach,
barefooted on damp sand.
The sun lights up the sea’s dark edge
and everywhere is light.
The blackbird sings. The surf responds.
The world has got it right.

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