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|'LIKE THE FIRST MORNING' From Visual Counterpoint|
No sound will record the words I speak,
No eyes will see the breath I take,
No law will give the justice I seek,
No one will hear the music I make,
This land is not where I would live,
This is where I die for love’s sake,
This is where I learn how to give,
And pass through the finest sieve.
Darkness is no stranger to me,
I have wandered through its’ gloomy halls,
Like a ship adrift on the Sargasso Sea,
I have felt the coldness of its’ walls,
And heard the ancient mariner’s song,
The albatross that died still calls,
To the crest of the wave that rolls along,
And seeks only one shore to belong.
Where is the tune to reach such a height?
Where is the rhythm to waken the deep?
Water holds the key to nature’s might,
The sky carries her strength in sleep,
Then on wakening gives to the earth,
The blue gold for mankind to keep,
Knowledge from the sea of our birth,
Where time will value our worth.