Nightly Gleam Poem by Jorge Vespucci

A glow that wanders the streets
Roaming the alleys in hopes of solace

A distended body suspended in dream
Resting for yet another embodiment of shadow

A streak that will follow to the ends of this earth

There is no indifference to who I am
Days will pass and aeons rush by but yet I still remain

A precious gem encrusted within the cloth of the cosmos
Each golden tendril emitted by the suns ray will untether the lights I
Display

But yet I stay suspended for all to awe at the heavenly craft
that lays in age of centuries to bestow to thee