Sunday, August 28, 2011

Sweet Chariot

My coming sun -
Who is your mother, and who are your brothers,
What free air do you breathe?
Will you follow me into the hills,
set each footfall ablaze?
Will you carry my blood in your vast circuit,
bear me within you to the heavens?
In the east you have lit all the peaks into a wall of stone
Dark and ragged
Reaching toward the cloudscaped moon
Feline and questing
I have known you by the shadows you have cast,
of iron or some more malleable stuff
Do you now approach, my coming sun,
Just beyond the rim of sight?

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