Hold your arms to the moor

Let it wrap and astound you in darkness

Where its voice calls and goes


Where words are sundered by

The lapless light

Lidless and forsaken,

But bear with its illness in time

And be married again to its spring

Its lengthening rays

That wind away from twilight into a sudden

Darkness alight with


Be those things and be master

Of your courage and heart.


~ by Rebecca Erickson on May 12, 2015.

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