A poem: The Bright

I am a bit isolated lately. And this poem reflects that.

 

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The Bright

 

Will you talk to me about what goes on in the light?

Beyond my shimmering, shaking sight?

 

I will tell you of the moonbeams

Of colorful, iridescent silent streams

If you will just tell me what goes on in the bright

So far out of my sight.

 

I will tell you how I captured thunder in my skull

How lightning is contained within me without lull

If you will tell me the secrets outside my window

So far beyond my sorrow.

 

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