More Poetry 

Cold, Dark, Empty, air

The sunlight disappears

My day comes to an end

But the thoughts linger on

 


The things that we do

They leave a bitter taste

I will always wonder

If we’re meant for the stars

 


My eyes glaze over

Thinking of day to day

But I dream of such things

Beautiful, vibrant, things

 


The whole world in hand

All things within my reach

All at my fingertips

Universal magic

 


Beauty calls to me

My dream’s up in the sky

The stars shine down on me

My true light bulb moment.

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