Night

Disappear from me,
I'll watch in the distance.

Holding back, as if listening to Our song fill the air. Holding close.
Holding tight,
Every night.

There is a song distant, in the stars,
And I hear them like wailing ghosts with angelic voices.

The Beauty
Is a Beast,
That is rare.

Standing there in mud-tossed terrain,
Spear in hand,
Ready any fight.

White horse with wild
Guiding her through the night.
Knight.
I love our Night.

Beating Heart,
Adraft me in.
Setting sheets aflame...
She brazen...
Ready for Hell & Heaven & War...

Never, but really.
I steady like two feet pacing now..
Steady to align
To this Ready of Mine..
As I know seasons may allow rest, but
War comes too..

Yes War, my tiny America...
My backyard...

Face
The Sun...

He...
He...

A Son. Sun.
Knight.
Father... One Father...
As I turn to the Sun
To rest my past.
The gateway down.
As the gateway in.

Sleep Sheep...
As This Lion settles in.

The Lion
&
Her Lamb.