Chariot & Wings

The wind chases the sun in the sky- And I am left without both

The wind chases the sun in the sky-
And I am left without both
To stare, stricken with rage and fear,
At the creeping darkness-
It comes in on stealthy wings
And softly thumping feet,
To chase after the light-
And the light rides off like a chariot,
The horse's hooves so fast
That it strikes the clouds afire.
I am laid low 'neath the two-
'Neath the horse's hooves and
The stealthy wings-
I am laid low, left chasing
The phantoms of both of them,
Neither truly leaving, but
Perpetually entertwined in a
Tango across the sky.