Living Beside Light

January 28, 2016

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

For N.DR.

Image: Stars and Galaxy by Thomas Shellberg.

 

 

 

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