look at the glowing
a bed of starlight before me
burning in its fluidity
already passed but beauty present to see
to experience,
whilst being.
what is this luck that I feel
whilst basking beneath the starry warmth and the
shine of their moon
his smile is knowing
as though he’s telling me soon soon
but soon, for what?
my heart tells me to beseech
but my mind instructs me to wait
contemplate, contemplate
there’s no level of censure in my ability
to remain here, concentrate
on the future, away from the past,
beneath the rolling blanket at half-mast
part past eleven crawling seconds to midnight
to last to pass
I throw my head back and sing to the forlorn sun
hidden behind the tapestry of the night
awaiting the stars’ closing time
so she can again shine soon
and so can I
with the brightness,
effervescence I’ve found within
because, being sprightly has its benefits
thinking positively yields its merits
I yodel into the night as though I’m calling
for something lost –
perhaps I am, perhaps I am,
at least I’ve found my newest self,
pleasure to be gained,
my spirit, oh, how she soars,
the world is patient, waiting for her,
bright spark, to fully explore.
(19/11/21)
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