As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

when the sun kissed the night

The claws of gold
Break the flesh
First light says goodnight
Last night was first light
And last light went calling

Its broken cry filled the night
Its song caught in the wind
Light bled from us
As the dawn bird
Called in the night

Our dreams
Caught in the light
A yellow glow flowed from us
As daylight returned to the night
We are no longer held captive
Held captive by first night

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