Archive for November 27, 2013

The pretender

There is a comet coming
and if we rise real early
in the dark, cold night,
we might have a change
to get a glance,
to see this ball on fire,
a coming piece of hot ice from afar
pretending to be some kind of a star.

I doubt I want to leave my bed
as from description
I think that we already met
in a bar some years ago
and his name was Harry.


Sharing the first light

Someone distant to share
the first light of morning,
dust dancing in sunbeams.
After a night of feeling alone,
to find, saved in a message
your words, returning and lingering
to give this day meaning.
Someone to share
just about everything.


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