“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Thursday, October 29, 2015
Afloat tonight
Light,
light feather
as a
chit for chat
idle, chew the fat
nonsense
weather
whether
I fear
I cannot hear
(the talk is too small)
-It's your call-
(don't answer)
rhetorically,
what if...
light-ly
Light
as an **IDEA**
wham-bam
Thank You
shhhh
(snores
ignored tonight)
Up like the moonlight
I'll be
Light
light
as ignite
(that's right)
Incite-I might try
to light your fire
a spark
gleaming
in the dark
Light-years
away...
(Please,
keep your beacon bright for me).
Image By NASA/Scott Kelly over Italy from ISS[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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