Dark but not
blackness.
Dancing, twinkling
guiding,
I know they are there,
the night lights.
Why did we
obliterate them?
Exchange them?
I know they are there,
I feel them.
Dreams are made
in the Cosmos.
The dark of night
illuminated
with gems.
Dancing, twinkling
guiding
night lights.
Dark used to be
darker.
Night used to be
blacker.
Or were the stars
brighter?
Out there
somewhere
is the dark,
complete with the
illuminating Cosmos.
Ready to guide,
to teach,
and inspire.
Turn off the lights!
Turn off the lights!
Excellent post thanks for sharing. I enjoy reading and writing poems very much. It’s very relaxing. Thanks again.
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