Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

And yours is no disgrace

Yours to arrive and not to know

To stand in the sun, un-named

And feel the sliding mountain

Falling behind and not know fear

At the sound of tiny pieces

Returning to their source

Used…

And yours is no disgrace

When used means filled with ‘lived’

Lost to recall, now, but singing still

Upon that shore

From which the new Sun rises

And hails a dawning song much like its own

Risen…

To greet the undisgraced and shining mote

Smaller than the last discarded piece

Bigger than the world that turns

But holding life, undivided

Within its outstretched hands

That reach and hold the flame

Of Life within its life embraced.

©Stephen Tanham