Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Born To Seek Our Own Light

 

Clear skies smeared with stars
bearing none of the marks
of fate,
no strands tying tired souls
to road, or track, or gait...

Mother earth abides us all
by day and night
while we wait
for fine points of quiet light
to dim and fade so late

In the cold air of new dawn
burning low and drawn tight
we state our case
and make good our fight
against the stars we chased.



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4 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Great words. I like the image too. Sometimes it feels that way, as we run we are dissolving, fading, being lost.

eric1313 said...

Losing old pieces of self to make room for new pieces picked up along the way.

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

Ah yes. The amoral stars burning in a vacuum excluding unquantifiable mass-effect of culture.

eric1313 said...

A favorite subject, I don't mind to retread.