We were in the eagle's chariot
A collection, all of us
We were riding the eagle's chariot
every last one of us
The earth was a cartoon sphere
With silly farm squares
Drawn there, and drawn here
We were zooming into,
We were focusing upon
hills and hamlets
of my verdant youth.
The Light
The sky was in two. The light behind us. The light of June 21st. The longest light.
The light of 8:46 pm. It becomes antique light at that point, light that should not be around Light stolen from somewhere. Pleasant and eerie.
We were retreating from that light.
We flew westward on the eagle's chariot. "The West is The Best"
Looking westward, The sky was dark and decaying
The bruise of the summer storm loomed in the distance.
Western wind ruffled eagle feathers
A screech went off across the land
meeting and bouncing off the scattered towers
as the storms and their ally, twilight
stake their claim upon the embers
of the wanning year
Three times we circled a stone church
Then on to an old yellow house
The others on the chariot
Were seeing their churches
and their houses
We never met the decay
Nor did we fully leave
The solstice light
We held so fast
That way...till
Half-dying July
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
We were in the eagle's chariot
A collection, all of us
We were riding the eagle's chariot
every last one of us
The earth was a cartoon sphere
With silly farm squares
Drawn there, and drawn here
We were zooming into,
We were focusing upon
hills and hamlets
of my verdant youth.
The Light
The sky was in two. The light behind us. The light of June 21st. The longest light.
The light of 8:46 pm. It becomes antique light at that point, light that should not be around Light stolen from somewhere. Pleasant and eerie.
We were retreating from that light.
We flew westward on the eagle's chariot. "The West is The Best"
Looking westward, The sky was dark and decaying
The bruise of the summer storm loomed in the distance.
Western wind ruffled eagle feathers
A screech went off across the land
meeting and bouncing off the scattered towers
as the storms and their ally, twilight
stake their claim upon the embers
of the wanning year
Three times we circled a stone church
Then on to an old yellow house
The others on the chariot
Were seeing their churches
and their houses
We never met the decay
Nor did we fully leave
The solstice light
We held so fast
That way...till
Half-dying July
