Living Beside Light
Light it goes dancing and prancing in glee
It sails about free like a bee that I see.
Darkness it comes, it just numbs and I flea,
And off to my home, by the tree, I’ll agree,
I’m most safest there when I’m sipping my tea,
Sharing laughter in memories, to a degree.
But in the night, I feel fright when on knee,
I recall the pain, I am slain, and I plea,
Help me get through wretched blue with esprit,
And I will survive, not deprive what’s in me.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Thursday, January 28, 2015
Image: Stars and Galaxy by Thomas Shellberg.