Daystar

O Star of Day, O Dayspring
O Bell pealing out
over the towns
over the hills
over the hills and far away ...
Your tongue adheres 
to our skin accepting 
your breeze, your sun, 
the circuit of your sky.
The deluge of your water 
rings as it tells, loops and 
dissolves all ills, submerges 
all laments in a gush and rolling
pour - smooth water 
stored in your wide wells. 
The chimes, the chimes, hear 
them flourish - great-tongued
bells scoring the light 
heralding scarlet in the hills 
O noise of day rising in a 
sluice of rose.
Far away and far away ...
do the children play
and sing
where dawn rises,
the water springs wise?

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