I thought about her, as I had thought about her so many years ago, up there upon the mountain, before summer where she strode, the morning sun!
She came over Burlington, over that plains township on she rode, and pointed beams like the crown of the French lady in the New York Harbor, there upon the Colorado plain she strode. And I stood there in my bare feet on the back porch of my keep, and on Mother’s Day I watched the sun tread heavy over all who still would sleep. It could be I thought about the world turning, each soul reaching for what would not make it weep, but no not me, not me. I rated this the best day, watching something this way come. A day star raging magic spinning, oh life, in age we are, how far in age we are! Adonai, my love Adonai!
A barren testimony, a fire that seals the heat, upon this morning riding, the virtue, the seeds of earth do reap. A G_D that rides a chariot, oh angels staggered leap, by count of six and two they come, summoned by this fervor fashioned so deep. Upon the South Fork River with waves that wait to hold spring’s tide, the morning retribution of something born in wayward skies, Adonai, my love Adonai! The snow it piles behind me, much higher than the earth, the rage of all the heavens, the judgement of all the earth. Upon Long’s Peak, a thunder, a sound in May it flows, face your cold for battle, for upon the western wind the sun flows, upon my sunken cheeks the light it glows.
A circled revolution, a night has come to end, upon the plains, their rides a ghost of springs heat, and winters end. A witch of convocation, a word of mornings din, and there and here before my life, a fire it comes within. Like David before his last rites, a younger olden whim, the rotating earth has brought the sun to begin. Adonai, my love Adonai!
I thought about her, as I had thought about her so many years ago, up there upon the mountain, before summer where she strode, the morning sun! – 05.15.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל
Sweet, beautiful, and soulful! I love each word!
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Thank you. I am so happy you liked this. 🙂
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Your welcome. Your very good at this! 🙂
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I don’t usually comment with a wow, but WOW. ❤
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I have been know to “WoW” over things myself. 🙂 Thank you for commenting.
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I like WOW’s, and your very welcome.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Brooke!
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Your welcome Daniel.
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Your prose is wonderful, and so uplifting. 🙂
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Hi Layla, thank you so much for reading and commenting.
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YW! 🙂
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Daniel, this is your best yet! The words are so filled with light!
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Thank you Heather. So happy you liked this. My goal is to fill the words with light, or sometimes darkness. 😉
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Both are fascinating to read, and speaking of darkness, are there any Whitby stories on the horizon?
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Hi Heather soon!
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Good! I shall be eagerly awaiting the first bite…. 🙂
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A spirited piece that I needed in my life right now Daniel. Thank you.
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Thank you Steve, I am happy to hear that this meant that much to you. Thank you also for your comment.
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Very welcome.
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“The Morning Sun” is beautiful Daniel. The spinning of the earth with age, so well written. You are a good looking young man, I’m taking it that is you. 😉
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Hi Ruby, yes the skinny lad is me, 1989. 😉 As always I appreciate you reading, and thank you for your comment.
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None the less, your a fine looking boy! No need to thank me, it is a pleasure to read what you write,
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❤ ❤ ❤ this!
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Thank you very much. 😉
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This could easily be a treatise on what pure joy feels like. Well done my friend.
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Thanks much Colette, love your comment.
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YW, keep writing Daniel, never stop!
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As Colette said! 🙂
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Thank you Krissie.
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Daniel, I must add my words of praise to your fans before me. The verses you have written are full of happiness, and the ode to the sun concludes everything that we are. I really enjoyed this writing.
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Hi Wang, Happy you liked it, and I agree symbolically, metaphysically and spiritually the sun is everything we are.
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I believe the same, as I believe all cultures from the beginning of time used too.
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Just beautiful, Daniel. Truly amazing!!!
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Hi Jen, Thank you so much. Wishing you a wonderful rest of the week.
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I kept thinking about this during the day, and had to come back to comment. The joy you have is unbelievable. You write about it so well and I hope you never lose it.
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Thank you for your kind comment Leslie. I am so happy you liked this.
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Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you Dani!
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I still remember another piece you write about the sun, just as memorable, when you said. ” when I touch you, you enter me, when you fill me, I enter you”. I have never forgotten that, as I shall never forget this.
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Hi Art, you have a great memory, that was three years ago. Thank you for reminding me, and thanks so much for your comment.
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I have learned over the past many months of reading your wonderful prose to never be surprised, for each new piece adds more wisdom to my life. This was truly meant for me. Thank you my friend.
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Thank you Bill. My friend you always honor me.
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Always a pleasure to do so, my young friend. Your writing inspires me.
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What Bill said!
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Thanks Ryan! 🙂
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I love your writing about the mountains or the desert, it is when you are close to your GD. ❤
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Thank you. Raquel, no doubt anywhere would do, but the mountains always speak magic in my opinion.
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I agree Daniel, everything is holy above timberline!
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Sugar pie, honey bunch of a poem, and I love it!
It that you in the lead pic?
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Hi Resa, thank you! Yes indeed that is a younger skinny me in the picture. 😉
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Daniel, “The Morning Sun” is beautiful and for me a bit melancholy, in a lovely and bittersweet way. The morning sun offers hope, an undying love of hope, it’s what we are. With the sun there is always a new day, a new dawn, an opportunity to resurrect the self each day. “…the morning retribution of something born in wayward skies…” stunning line. I don’t know if I always interpret your work with your exact intent in mind, yet your words always hold great meaning for me, thank you. Wishing you well, have a wonderful day. With admiration, Mia
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Hi Mia, thank you for your wonderful comment. It is good to see you back, and I am hoping your world is placed just where you need it to be now. You interpret my work, right on, giving me sight into words, that leave me saying, wow I wrote that, and yep, that’s what I was thinking. You have an amazing gift, and I thank you. Welcome back my friend! Have a great day. Daniel
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Hi Daniel, thank you for a lovely reply, a warm welcome and kind wishes. Yes, you did write that. You always impress me with your ability to take me far from home. Your “written world” is a place of great beauty, magic and mystery, it’s a pleasure to experience the whispers and sepia tones. I hope you have a wonderful day, may the sun shine bright. ~ Mia
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