The nomad crossed the failing light,
Into the pregnant moon,
Diana’s long lost daughter
Reunited on the wind,
As twilight breeze bore desert sand
And opalescent bloom,
E’er driving on the nomad
As she arched her wings and grinned.
What force can halt the woman who won’t tread upon the earth?
A fleeting barren wasteland to the nomad’s wanton eye.
Laissez-faire on sea and air,
Why fight the flow of earth’s sole snare?
When verdant field in time will yield
So onward drives the nomad,
Crossing deserts and dark plains,
Swooping into valleys,
Cresting ridge by crescent light,
Chasing after shadows in a sea of pitch black stains,
Coalescing round her head to mar her moonlit flight.
But darkest piracy of thought
Won’t shy her from her course,
Horizon in her sights,
Promise spurring in her side,
Gliding like an angel
Driven by demonic force.
Always fleeing failing light
And truths no night could hide.