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The sun reburies sky

nightless in the eyelid

of the morning,

we strip linen

and empty the room,

I offer silence

to the ash of the candle,

the day is favorable,

the sun births

a lavender pearl

on the stair of the sea,

the sun flames radiant

on the lampstand

at the window,

you move gently

as wind in the curtains,

you bare a tall mirror

to the crest of a wave.

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Living in Le Perreux-sur-Marne, France, John Swain has published two collections of poetry, Ring the Sycamore Sky, and Under the Mountain Born. Additional information may be found at http://www.john-swain.com.