Zephyrs filled with voices come

Some idealistic yet others musical

Their wake speaks the loudest truth


Like a neglected child- who lays

Upon the peripherals edge of day

I’ve come to fully embrace darkness

As if it were- my own sacred blanket


Where my pretentious best friend

Is merely echoes of what I’ve said

During my heartfelt vesper whispers

Reflecting the life as an enlightened


In that way I further pretend, I matter

To someone who’s out truly- looking

But will never find me…without a heart


Poet of the Light © 2019


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