MOON LETTERS : POETRY
Sacred Song - By V. Mikeal Smith
Though moon, swift silver, breaks the cloud
No bright-eyed wolves will call it down
No Faerie dance enchanted rings
The city's light consumes all things.
By stone, by steel, this night is bound.
The rumble-roar of freeway drowns
The sacred song that North Wind sings
To Autumn's leaves and feathered wings.
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