When the sun is setting slowly
In the dusk across the land,
And the stars have risen out of slumber
From beneath the roaring sand
Come the things that dance into the night,
And twirl against the moon.
And the Prairie eyed man will rise
And come for you soon
The clouds barrel on before you
And they're lost behind the hills,
While the Prairie eyed man awaits
His midnight thrills
He took hands with the swirling haze
And tip toed through the darkness,
And he smiled wider than ever before
Bearing all to whom would witness
His time was swept away
In the raging winds which came,
And the music carried out to sea
And was never felt the same.
Tanner F. Riche
My name is Tanner F. Riche. I am a published journalist and author, via numerous newspapers, Amazon, Kobo, Indigo, Barnes and Noble, and other sources. Please join me on my journey as a writer. I post occasionally.