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.