Danielle N. Calhoun
WALKING TO THE LIGHT
A web of beauty glistens overhead,
Beads of dew drip from its ends.
A circle it forms in the faded night,
Barely noticeable in the rain this night.
Surrounded by creatures of dreams,
At its center, a light starts to gleam.
I walk to the light, away from the shadows.
I look to my Left, and see West Wolf,
I look to my Right and see East Eagle,
I look up above and I see Northern Sun,
I look below, and see Southern Plains.
I keep on going, till I am home again.
©Copyright June 17, 2003 by Danielle N. Calhoun