.
Light in the window,
light in the hall,
shadows of a memory
that I can’t recall.
Simple was a reason,
fear was an escape.
Indifference a weapon
welded in disgrace.
Light that woke us
from our dreaming life.
Days that take us
to the edge of our minds.
Light that blinds us
to the time we eschewed,
so when the darkness comes
we find ourselves confused.
The day, our benefactor
guiding our insight,
but we still watch
the fireworks at night.
.
.
HG – 2021
This is beautiful. Beautifully written and very expressive my friend. Makes a person think. So nicely written. Love Joni
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