this beauty in the dark
ever waiting glorious park
of light so often sparkles
in my repose night
it is a solitary slice
of vaunted heaven
meeting
in my leaven
mind
speaking
beautified words
so fine
so rarely
shared
feared
by metal minds
living
clocks gears
materialism
control power fears
inflicted mind
game gamblers
with emotional despairs
while lit artists
of light live
in perpetual harvest
summer days
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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