The Expanded Horizon.

A poem Wepwawet-Ra


for all its might,
never held a candle to your flame.

however hard it tries,
will always be sunny.

regardless of its preference,
will always break tension.

And, despite its desires, Dusk is a perfectly willing host for those who wish to travel.

But time isn’t a concern when you shine through the keyhole.  Indeed, any lock is more likely to bow and greet me then cause a retreat.

You have no use for unneeded words, and words are not spoken without purpose, but your voice, so proud and quiet, requires me to listen close.

For when you speak, though not often, every word is spoken like sunlight. Precious and Golden.