In the sky, stands the white woman
Sentinel of the night
Like a knife, she shines with a light of her own like
Her face shines in the hard, cold light of her loneliness
Her pale, glowing skin, the only illumination in the darkness
She is the keeper of the gate into tomorrow, and all people gaze upon her
She extends her arms out upon the earth, bathing the world in light
She reveals all with cold precision, no warmth in her embrace
Slowly, her arms spread outward, and her face turns to look into the widow
But after only a moment in which she is in full view, her arms wide and welcoming
She begins to turn away, and to clasp her hands together
At last, she appears to vanish completely, but we know she will return
Once more, the fair maiden will be our guide
As we go through our tunnel into tomorrow
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Wow this is a good poem! I can really see her turning away and pulling her arms in. Thats a nice poem.
ReplyDeleteI can uhh see it like how the day goes by... But with a girl controlling the lightness and darkness.
ReplyDeletei can see that she has some kind of powers inside her or something like that... AWESOME poem... :p
ReplyDeleteWow. This is pretty awesome!
ReplyDeleteReading it, I think about the moon.
I love looking at the moon.
I think it's awesome!!
Very nice!