Plop
praise the first begotten sun
and soak in his light
for pure delight
if you can't take the sun
run in the night
taking the pale mounts light
his name is death
death is his right
the end of your light
and when you meet death
just to his right
your see my flight
yes i'm a falling star
with everything in sight
piercing so bright
touching your star
turning golds light
these word are my fight
and for the rest of your life you walk as gold on water.
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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