POETRY BY
DAVID JOSEPH SAWIN


GRACING

real deals happened
in three a.m. dreams
of an unctuous problem;
 in a bath of early delight,
they dried themselves
in a tryst of agreeable desire.
this gave a seal on trails
into a divine idea
of a oneness
 after a silent passage,
emitting sparks searing into a sea
  of clear, grainless light;
where a childlike wail of satisfaction
knew
that no water would slake a thirst
 known to every
human under the silent stars
until they sang.
everyone heard and saw this
aspect bloom into an illusion...
the typhoon stormed on,
hiding a final
ANSWER ON THE WALL WITHIN
onto glory they sang a higher song
o say can you see
a brighter shining
lit with a small candle of deference
and  understanding;
swam on liquid shimmers
to other shores on a bank
opposite of desire,
peaceful content
 allowed their concrete dreams
greater reality.
continuing...
daylight. twilight. darkness. evening.
soft-sided dawn, slid renewal
finally slaking thirst,
piercing heaven's starry chamber,
the song of
the heart within
swam to glistening shore.
resting on a DREAM....


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