Night LightA Poem by PeteBy my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the sun and the moon, in the morning and the evening, compels me to solitude. - ThoreauImage: Teahub the sun lies down in a moral malaise as the blinds are pulled down on another spent day leaving the change on the dresser of the horizon a primordial moon dons its pensive pajamasits shiny, bald head like an overflowing goblet of fine wine an eclectic, electric ball in a now empty disco hall hugging and kissing what's left of the skyline clouds occasionally drift by like the benevolent, bated breath of angels nowhere else to go but to this nocturnal show stars swagger a scintillating lullaby like champagne bubbles from a popped cork of drowsy dreams the tired head of sleepy innocence bobbing up and down like porcelain horses in a celestial merry-go-round trying to stay awake each kissing a crimson canopy of firmament like untethered kites their mascaraed eyes blinkling lipsticked lips puckered with the kiss of eternity tucking in faith and embracing all that which is good and right comforting hearts and focusing hindsight all that which makes lives bright goodnight sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite remember to leave on the light © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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