Dawn

As the dawn breaks and the sun rises

I am listening to the song here of birds 

I am thinking of the song of birds a world away

How it would still be dark at this hour 

The birds not starting their song until later

The cool hot air wandering starting the 

Morning wash fire to be able to throw warm water

On you and not feel truly chilled to start the tea water

To walk hand in hand with a kindred soul

All the memories come rushing back with the songs

In the morning, as the mist moves across the lake

And the mosquitoes have found me where

My heart is full of another morning another life

With brothers and sisters who speak another language

Live another way and the simple presence 

Of Spirit in the morning