Prayer

Another short poem from the poem book.

Begins long but unknowning

It lasts, strong but ungrowing

June goes, like oceans apart

Collides and ends with the start

 

It falls and endless rain comes

Freezes, our skin becomes numb

One Light, we save this for last

Nomads, from winters long past

 

Around, the world will follow

The Wheel, brings us tomorrow

Come down, and take me away

Makers, gods of the Old Ways

 

Keep me in the warm bright sun

Day, and night, always as one

Last Light, it fades from us fast

In time, of winters long past