Poems ✍️
  30.11.2025
  11

Author: Les Murray

Predawn In Health

The stars are filtering through a tree
outside in the moon's silent era.

Reality is moving layer over layer
like crystal spheres now called laws.

The future is right behind your head;
just over all horizons is the past.

The soul sits looking at its offer.


  Stars Time reality soul

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