walking_backwards_in_the_winter Fido O bless the dawn upon my back For it marks my sinking path With holy glow and shapely black! I see Night, her sacred song Calling shrill to me alone “Return, my child, here you belong!” Your lovely shadows in your trees Dance sweetly as if to summon me As softly as the shifting sea. But whispers of Morning summon too For warring souls and spirits new - She knows no foe as kind as you. From the ridge at last it peaks – Surging radiant sun-wrought streaks! I tumble forward, and cry in gasps, “I am here - I am here at last!” But the Fire only its Holy Mask, To begin at once its daily task. I beheld Redemption, and so my sin Is seeing Darkness coming round again. 081112 what's it to you? who go blather from