the I of winter eye running

the I of winter eye running
with ties and fire works
rolling on chilly shores
with dogs bigger than a heart
beat barks at the moon

the reckoning calls you
with visions of a different I
damning all darkness
into other tales told
where the shine does not why

dipped weaselled washed ashore
one man is all
this turning darkness needs
procuring tinder
whaled into good night




Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-31 at 18:29

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