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I've wandered many places,
walked down a hundred roads.
Seen dark and daylight equal,
and all that grey between.

A day like any other.
I left,
and stayed,
and turned.
I was on my way to back again,
Riding the twilight road.

The world's edge was on fire,
Such a brilliant display, there,
on the black curved land.
Yet all around besides
was blue.
Dark and light.
And in between.

White clouds surged and whipped.
The sun's molten well sparked
against the ground.
And all the sky was sea,
surrounding
with foam and tossing sand.
That fiery blaze colors the very light,
the land,
the air.
A song rose in my throat.
And then I looked away.

Bright,
shining with all the glory
now absent,
it hung.
Pale and round, white.
The moon makes shadows too.
Blue light.
Impatient to play
over skin,
over rock,
over tree.
A bauble of laughter
waiting to burst.
A dance itches in my legs.
Moondance.

I hold tight to the reins
of my metal horses,
as we run over a road
gone grey.
They never like to stop.
Just go from one place
to the next.
Too many let them take the bit
in their shining teeth.
But I halt them.
Get up and walk a little.

Pale, brown dirt crunches.
And I lift my head.
For I am walking
with the sunset on my right,
the full moon on my left.

I've wandered many places,
but there's so many more to go.
A hundred roads is nothing,
my life has just begun.