Open Poetry #3 |
Windows of Light |
Wet Member
since 1999-07-25
Posts 60Brentwood, Tn |
The love of the night Releasing stress and problems from the makers elves. His workers linger in their Shelters until the break of the night. No more shall they suffer. No more shall they cry in the night air Ending comes to a brief mix of light and darkness. The lamp becomes visible. But now longing for once that it always had... Deprived to be transparent to the light of the beholder Yet now shunned by... And not called upon... But now realizing to the existince, That the light from my lamp No longer shines through a transparent window, But an opaque, bleak prison. |
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Posts 60Brentwood, Tn |
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