Saturday, February 28, 2015

11. The sun rides in

The sun rides in
crushing clouds
beneath its feet,
the solitary sentry
of light.
Stars are on patrol,
scouting in other pastures,
for now and here
this is day.

Tomorrow arrives
making history of the night,
the joys and sorrows
of dreaming
and lost moments.
Tomorrow arrives
with its mountains
and the sweetmeats
of colour.

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