Dawn Wind
White as the fierce invisible frost
of interlunar weather
where fire and ice have met and crossed
and fused like steel together,
blue as the distance that a star
stabs in the glittering sky
where near and agonizing far
blend to blind the eye,
wrought extreme to the edge of cold,
forged of sidereal airs,
at gates of burning jade and gold
the dawn wind flares
Here at the gates of morning, here
at the exiled heart's desire
feel once more the cleaving fear,
the chill transparent fire.
Still on the battlements of light
a sword defends the day:
take, as of old, with somber night
your solitary way.
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