Sunday, August 12, 2012

The Chase

Twist and twirl,
a tilt-a-whirl,
The colors brightly dancing.
On surface of the water’s edge,
Rip’ling ledge,
Sun and moon

Ever chase,
They hotly race,
And fill the sky with wonder.
Through black they cut, the dawn and dusk.
His starry musk,
Splits her mind

Going down
And rising up,
Their chariots press on.
Till wolves consume the lovers two;
They burst anew.
Cry aloud
Then gone.

©2012, MLowe. All Rights Reserved.

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