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Summer Poem
Sun bright melt rain river on the rise
Eagle with the sparrow where the crow and raven fly
Song of sixpence on the pound where minstrel kings collide
Stars of morning in the train
The track to what must fly
There
On the stair of heaven sound and light
Golden bliss wing eagles
In an endless stirring flight
Through the clouds of mountain peaks
Formations prism grand
Time the warp and space the woof
Every little strand
Woven on through empty space
To shine illusion’s grand design
Time
Sunk so solid in reason’s past design
Stands like walls before us
While the future never climbs
That to this what was and is
And so it all must be
The rain will pour
The wailing sound
Of all those lost between
The want and wish the prayer the hope
The gamble on what is
Look ye well to the mirror bright
The news is shining
This is this
O I would send you happiness
And I would send you joy
There is a light in fearlessness
The seasons shift the story is not blue
Life is ever new
The world of earth now changes garb
What was is not to be
To ride the raft of what there is
To hold on and be free
No doubt instable compounds merge
Configuring the states of hue
And you are what you think
And you are what you do
And we all fly from earth to sky
Seeking many points of view
Be well be wise be happy
Share what joy you may
The summer season hails the sun
All good things remain
Christopher Wilkinson
