#WritcoPoemChallenge
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...
to the deep purple red horizon
hoping to chase the sun down
to see the sailor's green light
as she sinks into her salt bath
for the night
and let the full moon rise have his wrath
upon the shore
and tide
and reign all the mighty night
and as the moon disappears
I feel my night self draw to and end
and to the mornings Ray's of innocent and joy
I run