Light Unto Three

Light Unto Three sonnet poems

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ever in two and the one in the three became one
summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep
water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn
the least beyond the more the less beyond the least does
shine forth as an angel in its wings a light
above the night reborn in gazed amassed moon bright
a twilight deep search for a sword at my side
stalks of shattered earth beneath my feet is where I tried to see
then inward skyward out again were three,one left one gone one fawn to see
the sky of which fallen then appeared to me
the friend of a friend in the apostolus tree
one left, one fallen one sky to be
autumn in spring time twilight to me

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