Stories... spinning stories / by Zander Ford

We are learning

On our way

Riding toward

The

razor-thin horizon

 

As this amber sun

Falls spinning

This lover moon

Rises fierce

Smashing velvet black

Night

With her presence

 

Again

 

Chasing each other

Around the

Corporeal Earth

 

Seemingly

Endless

 

And yet

 

Different

Stories

Alight

 

Upon every

Whispering

Breeze