Living Beside Light

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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.