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Poem

Lord Light

... ° Lord Light!
      (how I long for sleep tonight...)

That is so, my Lord,
 A poem flowing smooth and true...
  Do not somehow misconstrue,
  ....And sink in thought the whole way through...

With one step taken in its place,
  Thought spun in play within its space.

          ` Hocus
                     Pocus                  'but
what'                         Focus!

         'how in silence he slipped away...'

Intriguing, Lord Light,
          How I long for sleep tonight.
    Lord Light slowly starts to grin,
Upon the clouds, he grows so bored within.

      'What I desire to do, you see...
 Do not look at me so strangely,
Is to live in peace eternally,
Even when chaos becomes orderly.'

  "Thought is frenetic.

  Still,
            You become
                                Magnetic,

The sky ties itself to paper so easily
     And out of sound you invoke Poetry.

So it is, Lord Light!
      Inspiration is divine.
   Through dialogue, the two align...
       From two
              into One
                     they combine.


"Young Lord, how gallant and bright...
    The sky cleared in an instant of light!"



                          '...Upon the horizon, quietly they fade...
                            ...And heavy nights gently fall asleep in the shade...'