East Star

I'd like to take this chance to wish you and your a family a happy and peaceful Easter

From the Sovereigns of the Seasons collection 

East Star
Setting moon dragged to the horizon.
Time and gravity cling, rusted mildew
Dragging purest light west and down.
Oh guiding light, comfort pulled below.

The weary orb that bears the burden,
Mapping earth's hungry eating holes.
Small stars’ efforts blink and burn,
Fragments unequal to the whole.

The dread hill swallows last light,
Shapes swarm, patch black darker.
Veins crave, eyes weep, breath tight.
Night travellers feel fullest danger.

The long cold hours holding court,
A sinking world, weak and sour.
Bursting dawn, the burning point
Piercing cloud's sable armour.

Terror and triumph torch the sky.
Flaming tongues speak one word
Of  breathing,  blood  and  infinity.
Darkness destroyed on tip of sword.

Endless blue flows wide and high.
Birds sing, smiles stretch, buds open.
Peace and purity of a spring sky.
Cycled Sacrifice of moon and sun.

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Thank you for your time as always
Graeme

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