THE NIGHT'S WHOLE ARGUMENT

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JOURNAL #29

remnants of a moment

cloaked in wonder

spread gossamer lights

across the sky

of a sorely surrendered moon

Galileo would be proud

were it not for the Shakespearian sonnets

whispered in the Sunday parks

on the sunniest of all afternoons

for the night grows jealous of

conjured misdeeds

stolen from the squandered darkness

making the stars cry their unenviable tears

of early morning dew

a short hopeful shiny prose

just for you.........

(Jan 30.2004 240 am)




Author's Notes/Comments: 

this encompasses the feeling of how an affection so small can evolve into something that feels bigger than the very universe it was created in.

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