Posted in The Wandering Mind

Dark Beacon

There is something about the night

Cold and calm, a sea of light

Merely reflecting those heavenly orbs above

Not aspiring to those lofty heights.

 

Their splendour white, in twinkling array

Steals from breath a long drawn sigh

From human chests rise wishes old

From lupine hearts fond songs arise.

 

By land, by sea, through distant air

They call, a tugging primal call

Like moths, that to beacon’s luminescent light

Yearn to gain, though flight or crawl.

 

There is something about the night

Wide open spaces, calling, falling

Hide, Reveal, Fly, Freedom, Explore

At once a draw, at once a warning.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

No part of this work may be reproduced.

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An avid reader, thinker, daydreamer and listener. I like black cats and warm rain and fast cars. And oh yes, I quite like to write too!!

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