In Quiet Waters, 
     Still, 
     Behind the Wind, 
     Where Dreams the Day destroys 
     In mighty Silences 
     Can wake and bloom, 
     The Heart of Man 
     Lies, 
     Deeply-hidden yet, 
     Awaiting Spring. 

     Your Being, 
     Bright, 
     The Joyous Day 
     That will emerge, 
     Foretells : 
     As Fire in the Eastern Sky 
     Portends 
     The Sun. 
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         Copyright ©2001 Ayran Aluna