keeping vigil

I am called Loon in the Moonlight
the haunting call to midnight stars

I am called Only Son of Silver Dancing
the diving dream into the cold water

I am called Light that Rises Over the Bats
the diviner of the glassy smooth below

I am the lost moments that become prayer
the voice without words when hope is lost

I am called Driven toward the Orange Sun
When I am called
I come for you.

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Monkeys: There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.