June 20, 2007

Darkest surrenders to unknown realms
Barking young fox moves in for a look
Terror reborn from the oldest of days
Dream of forever killed with a wink

Boiling cauldron of hot summer flesh
Crossroads of old, rising sun to the left
Spin around thrice toward the new beams
Wake for a moment to see the new fright

Launching the bright falling star from the sky
Ancient lost thoughts, new days blooming green
Lost in a moment, found in God's thought
Lives of enlightened, awakened from sleep

Type: Poetry

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