June 11, 2016

The plague of unholy thoughts runs through his head
Skittering critters cover the far wall
As sleep falls stubbornly into the crevices
And a smaller sun rises over a broader horizon
Yesterday is blur, and yesterday’s yesterday, more so
Walking the line separating mundane from mystical
Meeting new souls on a widened road

The fetid stench begins to dissipate
As new colors fill an old morning
Meeting her in stolid dreams
Setting ablaze her old worlds
Arriving in a quiet knight’s glory

Type: Poetry

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