The Lonely Range

Against your blue sky.
The warm horizon in the eye.
I will rise.
A darkness sharper than
The most feared nights.

Long after you are gone.
Blood, bones and I are one.
The secret I still keep is that
Number of souls sound asleep
In my arms.

Against your slate grey rain.
Night, eyes close, day again.
I will
Rise.

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