At a still dawn

Our earth awakes to a call.
From within itself a voice
Lays truth, an amber spell.

She pulls across her body
The sunlight shawl of morning,
Across amber fields of barley,
The swell of dew filled dreaming .

Two golden seas mix, this instant,
And truths blend,indifferent;
For what is taken… is uplifted.

Let the leaves of the olive tree,
Let a past’s youthful brew.
Let me hear their silence be
A prayer she listens to.

I dont usually ask for input, but I’d love to hear your reactions to this one if you may :).

~Love and Peace