The words
were peace
we spoke in the morning
of another day.
But we knew not
of speaking,
or the passage of time,
or life,
or the turning
of another day.

The words
were love
we spoke in the night
of another day.
But we knew not
of silence,
or the rising of the sun,
or the light,
or the coming
of another day.

The words
were for ever
we sang in the dawn
as we saw
the coming day.
We knew then
of the singing,
and the happiness,
and the warmth,
of being
to bring on
the coming of another day
together.

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