Pale Horses Run, Chasing Heaven into the Fray

Ashen skies, looking on from above

Promise’s last drops filling broken harbors, losing one drip at a time

Missing pieces collecting at water’s edge, a collection of myself

Glassy reflections appearing topside, turbulent currents flowing below


Eternity’s fields, quiet and vast, lay still in waiting

Red circles, pale horses run, chasing heaven into the fray

A hand breaks parting clouds, finds me, safety lying in creases, hidden

Listening to the wind sing of second beginnings, a lullaby, an embrace for tomorrow’s new day


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