5 February 2014


Weary was the travel

Dark worked its wonder

Spinning the wheel

Of timeless rotation


An instant of confusion

As clocks whirled back

Racing across the fields

Of inner and outer space


The night brimmed up

With dark brooding skies

Born out of grey nothingness

A chill of unknown quiet


And when the clouds parted

A silver streak gleamed

Soothing, mesmerizing rays

Of a full blossom moon


The shadows then departed

Freefall into the sleepy night

In the distance, a dog howled

And I spread my wings alone

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