The Resurrected Moon
GREEN
SLIVERED GRASS
RACES WITH A BLUR
WINDS DRYS N COOLS MY SKIN
THE HORSE I HIDE
CRIES IN DELIGHT
I RACE WITH DIGNITY.
Twilight sets...
AS A DAY DWINDLES AWAY
I RIDE FREEDOM'S TIDE
RACING WITH THE IMMACULATE SON
NEVER WINNING THE RACE
BUT TRIUMPHANT WITH GRACE
JUST RUNNING THROUGH THE COMING RAINS
VISIONS BLURS
AS I FLY FROM THE DYING OF NOON
GLIDING INTO THE RESURRECTED MOON.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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