Of blackened shadows and the moonlit haze
The moon stays still, although I gaze
The bulb's out, now with darkness everywhere
The cars and trees, I see, dark, yet so fair.
Of sleeping outside, i feel the urge
In the fresh air and cold breeze to submerge
But what if the sun rids me of my sleep
As morning in some hours shall on us, leap.
There's a small party of people, next to a car
I know of this, as they ain't that far
Do I join them or sit back and joyfully marvel
As the stars behind the many clouds, slowly unravel
A tune or two I shall play indoors
Only to return and count the score
The many stars that might appear before
A sight, with the lights out, worth a million or more.
The time has come and I'm out again
Can see the moon, but the stars ain't there
My luck's run out, of this, only now I learn
As the glowing bulb makes its uninvited return.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
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