Wonderful
Warm runs of runners,
Uphold my banner to God-
Liness with a hue.
The dream of blackest summers comes like rain,
It fondles my breaststroke through the waters high,
My shepherd closes in on my red pain,
And like a sheep I fall beside his cry.
I pace back and forth to the music’s sound,
I punish wrongs without my whip to spare,
I rule the world with iron as if my bound,
From feet that curve the world as if my stair.
I take on newness until I must fly,
In colors of the rainbow and brown dirt,
I put on sheets when I go out to buy,
The cloth a knight would wear when heart is hurt.
I dreamt of evil things in darkest night,
But reddened warriors come give heart light.
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