In the golden dawn, before the light
a portentous bird takes flight
Under the moon
Drifting beside the stars
she carries fateful knowledge
What will be, will be
A waiting game
Hope a bitter dream
On the rocks, in the glow
a jet spray dashes itself to life
When the dolphins fly
he’ll come to you
from the waves
from the moon
the shining sun
He’ll come.
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