"lignts" poems
I walked out to my patio for my last cigarette
On my lawn fluorescent lights in perfect silhouette
This can't be right I told myself
For in winter mushrooms do not glow
But I watched in stunned amazement
As the ring of mushrooms grew
And then I heard a tinkling sound
Music sweet to the ear
And at that point I realized
That the faerie folk were here
The mushrooms glowing in the night
Their shelter from the cold
Their simple songs of peace and love
Were simple songs of old
I knelt transfixed by what I saw
Those dancing faerie lights
But all to soon this magic beauty
Vanished just like the Northern Lignts
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
The innocience. The sweet face. The laugh and smile of joy. The eyes. Pure happiness. Joy. Love. Laughter. That smile that lignts up the room. Child of God. Not defined by age, but of the happiness and innocense.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC