Apart Poem by Mark Bratlie

Apart



To the knoll I come
To gaze on lights
That mark the distance
From my longing
To my heart

Dancing teasing lights
Try to lure me
From protected places
To be a part
And not apart

Unfamiliar voices
Stalk my grassy perch
As darkness touches me
With fingers
Made of coolness

Having strained for words
Directed elsewhere
My gaze returns to lights
That dart
And yet remain

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