Lights. Poem by Peter Vealey

Lights.



Lights(of houses) lamp-lighting
The countryside.
All the games we have
Yet to try.
So tonight we will
Forget the lighter days we've known(or seen) .
Stay in under a winter's moon.
Play the shuffling gladness
Till ten tonight.
Put away the bright light memories,
Faded irrevocably.
What can last?
Even a love story can rot.

Saturday, February 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: blues
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Restrictions of a mundane life. A life not examined....
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