You have seen many moons,
and still the chariot sleeps,
and though many suns,
it’s sleep is ever sweet.
For it rises for the fading,
the weak and moribund of those,
yet being young at heart,
your soul is not yet old.
And even when it wakes,
to gather all its prey,
It passes swiftly by,
for it knows not your name.
Dara.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
You have seen many moons,
and still the chariot sleeps,
and though many suns,
it’s sleep is ever sweet.
For it rises for the fading,
the weak and moribund of those,
yet being young at heart,
your soul is not yet old.
And even when it wakes,
to gather all its prey,
It passes swiftly by,
for it knows not your name.
Dara.
(written quite a while ago)
