Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 90
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“They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching
God.”
~ Zora Neale Hurston
The poet’s heart is a fox that sees the world in darkness
and in light
his eyes pregnant with possibilities and yet empty from the
fight
It is an inner struggle to recollect and yet a hunt that
drives him further from his home
A quest into the wilds of hunger among the many creatures
yet still alone
You see life is sharpened arrows yet doves that shall fly
far beyond harms way
It is the winds of a thousand storms, but one companion that
keeps him safe
All the beauty within starlight and the hurt that blinds him
from the seen
Are the questions that keep him hunting for a reason to
believe
For the poet is a dreamer that ponders meaning while
searching for hope in flight
And he hunts the darkest of forests longing to capture the truest
light.
