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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Guide



                                Burnt sienna wings  
                        flash across the auburn sky
                  with the dawn she takes to flight
                  Through keen eyes she watches
                                as footsteps fall
                               guiding with her
                                high shrill call


Comfort to the ears
her sweet song sings
promises of a better land
the pursuit of dreams


                           Oh to ride upon
                          her sienna wings
                        the morning sun
                         her glory brings 
             as fire from her wings does shine


To see through her eyes
as lands fall and rise
to taste the call from her golden lips
as the winds caress its razor tip


                The heart must head her call
                    feet move swiftly
                  obey with each foot fall


The sun is her glory
the hawk
my eyes
ever upward
into the sunrise
where upon her wings
dreams have life


                           away from the darkness
                               of loves
                               midnight
~R.M. 2011~

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