Night rider

by on October 26, 2014 :: 0 comments

Of a desolate wind
Wandering an uninhabited
Point of espial, speak.
Tarried on a sanguine view
Many a nocturnal visit
Dream rapt, it left.
Restless motion
Of a thirsty ocean
A swing on a lonely night
Brings it to the point of stars.
Up above the hanging clouds,
Thrill smitten I wake
From my sleep.

editors note:

A dream stoker, sleep taker. Once awake, gone forever. – mh

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