APPALACHIAN MOON


Night Rider of
lonely mountain roads
stay by me tonight
stay and ever follow

raise Your cool lamp to
these my shadow hours
let me see my own eclipse
reaching from my boots
to the edge of prayer

Night Crier
of the dark chorus
of trees thrashing
against their own nightmares

of wistful crickets
and of hungry mosquitoes
feasting on what's left of me
I offer up the songs
in my growling belly

Night Rafter
riding the silver river
flowing in currents of
cold white gold from
the high black spring
to the dry lake
in which I now swim

spin and weave for me
a vagabond's cloak
warm as a ray of hope

Night Mistress mine
paint Your ashen face
upon my granite breast
so I would wear You
like a lover's locket
pressed against my heart

Your picture within
a reminder of why
I really mustn't hate
these hours too much
why I mustn't forsake
walking forgotten trails

for if I did not need You
You would never have come

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This poem is from On Pagan Roads Copyright © 2004 David Arv Bragi