always she turns
our lidless lambent orb
our pebble smoothed rock
untethered in a noiseless night
purling weightless with the stars
our halcyon mother
wakes to this new dawn
feeling her seed has soured
her waters not so sweet
in a muddied turn of the tide
but her drift through time
with a billion other brilliances
holds endless transformations
a turn of new pages
a shine of new light
paulhp poetry 
This is so lovely, Paul. Such beautiful imagery .
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Loved this one Paul
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I loved this …so beautifully written and such hope in the final lines-love it…
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