Woven Moment

He glared from the Moon.

He stared through the Gloom

Of Eon’s Black Reach.

Woven moment. Loom.

She glowed in Her Way.

She rode Old Sun’s rays.

Despite the Black Reach,

Today is Her Day.

Twin Tapestry threads,

Subtly blue, Deep red.

They ignore Eon,

Lace fingers instead.

© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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