'tis but a trick of the light...
while my eyes fade,
ever so gently.
and while golden days
don't feel like they're plenty,
thus letting us know
that yes, indeed, my bro,
there's an end to this,
our little, old parade.
so, until it is gone,
from my washed-out sight.
i still want to belong,
and live in the light.
it's better for all
if i keep things bright,
while all around me,
slowly, falls a perfect night.
which is 'never' and 'ever'
to be repeated...
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Corinne Wesley
October 8
2023
