The sun will rise and rise
and the light will raise and reduce
We are halted
Everything passes by us.
Toasty Sun,out like a light
Howly Wind, freezing
Eminently clear
'A good sign'
Sign is perhaps not a good word
'A good thing'
There is always dark before the dawn
Calmness before a storm
The Sun will rise
The Light will raise
Everything passes by us
We are halted
Holding-
the Breath.
