Morning Rose

by Aidan Andrew Dun


A love-song for the White Goddess of Vale Royal.


I went into
a rose garden
at dawn.

The sun had just risen.
Horizontal rays
sent pink shadows.

A light wind passed.
The flowers trembled.
I looked to see

How this wind arose.
I saw it came
from the passing of God.

She was walking
in her garden
as the sun came up

Admiring her beautiful
feet which were naked.
As she passed,

Air vibrated,
dew shimmered
like diamonds.

I understood
her feet represented
this dream-life.

The dew on the roses meant
the joy of manifestation
in the worlds.

And I was the witness.

As the wind covered
the feet of God
with rose-petals,

I was the witness.