Light
Morning light shows us what we are,
Illuminates the true us,
The afternoon light is but a car,
Compared to the evening light bus,
Which tends to linger in the air,
Heavy like perfume,
Not quite night, but almost there,
And the midnight light forever looms,
Quelling the chorus of bird song,
The sun now rests,
Night reigns now, but it’s never too long,
Before again, another day’s contests.
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