Awesome poem. I like the shape of it, how it forms like a funnel as if channeling the love into the final "new morning" and "rise." One could also see this as a metaphor for a funnel cloud that whips up a strong wind of destruction, perhaps the subtext of the clear whether we see on the surface.
At any rate, beautiful!
Oh, how I liked your vision of this poem! Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.
My pleasure. Thank you for a grand read.