Horns

God is about
The Game is out
The Kennel is full
Yet, hear the lull

Early morning rays
As the wind plays
It's gloaming hymn
Pulling strings in him

Purples peak out from black
As a flock in air, attack
The void like a cloud of dust
stirred from still by a gust

And leaning back
A feeling of lack
Something in the breeze
Nothing but a tease

The pinks and red
Have conquered the dead
That inhabited the sky
Until now from nigh

Over the edge of the world
Burning gold enters the sea, swirled
in waves as birds caw
to the old friend they saw

Pulling free of the Water
Melted gold is all that matters
Heaving up into a blue
That is a baby new

Lighting the earth a burning white
Barely leaving me and him sight
The only witnesses to spread the word
Us and the gossiping birds