The road to righteous albeit rocky
each bump pulls a mighty toll
the hills stand steep but majestic
I ride unknowing whence I go
Night nearer still beseech my way
moon comfort me in thou bosom
bloom satin rays of great acquaintance
nudging me off a sumptuous way
Kiss off thy breeze to Compostela
deepen ill looks upon mine eye
fill vacancy amongst spiritual relation
star-bright descend low where I lie
Categories:
compostela, fate, moon, star,
Form: Free verse