I have rode the sky so many times in my life
I've lingered by a doorstep
when the sun set and the moon rose
till the sunrise breakin overhead
gave way to midday my direction
and I have played with shadows
and a young girl called out "Daddy"
I have seen the sky when it was a grey whisper
of a shadow caster barely enough light
to raise a dawn but it still lit somehow the day for whom the
dawn cast forth her light, gently.
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