Somewhere in the blackness of you
hides the light of a young Sol.
Sometimes you are liquid, viscous,.
sometimes you are shards of coal.
You heat my garret and light the night.
Somehow your darkness
has been made bright,
But, even as you
make night to day,
I know they’ll be a price to pay.
-My meter was read yesterday..
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
Somewhere in the blackness of you
hides the light of a young Sol.
Sometimes you are liquid, viscous,.
sometimes you are shards of coal.
You heat my garret and light the night.
Somehow your darkness
has been made bright,
But, even as you
make night to day,
I know they’ll be a price to pay.
-My meter was read yesterday..
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