Through the Eve

11/5/2018

Through the Eve...
Previous to dusk yet prior to dawn
My orbs rest at ease
But my heart thunders on.

In memoirs not yet writ
Hazy portrayals in sleeps deep slumber,
Thines tongue slices with wit,
And thy rod of iron doth plunder.

Rugged hands mold my skin
In a satisfaction storm of arduous advance,
A flash of blinding white...