Thoughts At 4: 45 Poem by Medea Kali

Thoughts At 4: 45



Northern lights reflect their shadows
The dismal lake absorbs and swallows
Love on this earth is meager
I roll over to his side, I'm still eager
Beams of light creep to disrupt our rest
Aurora will reprise till we are dead
I no longer seek a foul retribution
In his arm, I just sink in confusion

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Midnight Clarity 05 February 2008

Some lovely imagery here. very evocative.

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