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Samuel Stuart Pennell


The Rain


The lamp of lightning
illuminates here and there

It flickers
across the dark field

As I lay me down to sleep,
and rest my head upon this pillow

In the darkness

And the lamp of lightning
illuminates the dark, crystal window panes
of my room

These crystals
that are smeared with rain,
like mascara, running down
the window panes' sad eyes

The electricity illuminates faces
on these window panes

Now they are here,
now they are gone

The sky is blurting out
the electricity of light,
across the dark fields
of the quiet evening
and gentle rain

Drowsy dreams soon creep upon me,
as the day dissolves, and
I descend into the dark realm of sleep


Evening and the lamp of lightning are no more

Submitted: Saturday, June 09, 2012
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