Friday, December 28, 2012

In the Black

The moon was like a beacon
at the edge of the unknown
the clouds, a seeming mountain
of ethereal vapor blown

by winter winds so bitter
that I longed for my warm bed
but I am not a quitter
so I faced the night instead

and marveled at the vista
that unfolded in the sky
which made me slightly wistful
that soon it would blow by

my kingdom coated silver
by a single pitted coin
the ticking thief will pilfer
perpetually purloin.

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