Towards Sunrise

Wheeling our aimed journey over the majestic plains of the Freestate,

The sun creeps in luminous trails from behind Hades' abode.

Icy Fields and quite poles dance past a hurried view,

Of he who is cursed with departures.

A wanton road slips beneath us,

Temperate chimes of dawn hear by the fooled.

Cattle at a vigil, yawn with the curves of mountains,

Beneath a golden wash of might.

Photographs by: Khahliso Matela