2015-12-23 03.37.33-2

Early this morning an aeroplane flew high overhead,
cutting through the frost and the grey dawn light,
high enough for the sun to turn the jet-stream pink.
I knew straight away that this was my path;
deep pink through the grey of my life,
lit from the rising of the golden sun,
and all I had to do was love, just love,
and this loving would make me part of the rising.