Dusk Fire

I’m in the company of dreamers,
in fields of midnight fireflies
The rains sift this dirty world for a nest to fall clean upon,
as we attempt chanting them away with our strumming

Here I welcome the angel’s undertones;
tottering light upon my heart
She soars on vocal blades of shadows;
brightening them, as though they were more
than mere effect

Now whimpers the breeze with a frightful hum
But we, ourselves, haunt; too immersed to fear
After all, what doesn’t bleed
thrives to heal the wounds of what does
So we simply dance upon its semblance

Here, all of the beautiful dreamings canker clear the clouds;
lay open our witching hour to Luna, spinning her crown
A giggle, all about her glow
And the angel continues her singing,
and we will continue to play…

until a lion walks the sunrise,
and lays waste to this gathering of gods

Poetry from Ink and Emotion by Shane Windham
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