by Steve Tanham
Tree full with leaves etched deeper into cloud
With blue beyond that thinly veils like shroud
The living globe which hangs in blackest space
Lit golden eyed by central Sun with fiery face
Cast in the pearls of milky spiral joy
That smiling at the dance so far below
Bends time and space to kiss the sacred flow
Of leaf that masks the eye that holds the Son
Of children’s children’s children’s living one.
©Copyright Words and Image Stephen Tanham 2015
Sun in Gemini 
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