Go to the light lone moth in flight!
Shiny and bright all pure and white
Being alright without a slight
Oh, blessed sight to one invite!
What a delight! Place of sprite.
Greetings polite, playing soul wight
Dancing excite, passions ignite
Loving full height, hugging so tight
Some thoughts not right, a tad bit trite
One cannot fight this urge of plight.
Maybe at night in dreams of fright
Bulb burning rite, heat takes a bite
‘Babel’ to cite, dead authors write
Lifetimes recite, pen in hand sleight
Free from contrite, knowing despite
With second sight, love’s writ of right
A ‘life after dark’ poem of four stanzas with eight syllables in internal and end rhymes.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.