Glitter but not gold. (Poem)

Somewhere sometimes In the midst of solitary night , Where the darkness seemed, To pinch, I stood there, ’cause I like the comauflaging night. Where it blankets me beautifully. . Street lamps there it stood with, Shimmery pale light; yellow, It harboured insects for a night And in dawn lied dead, parallel. It wasn’t moon;

The Cliff.

​#poem #insight.  Looked far away from where I was standing among the crowds, saw a giant cliff and wore a shroud. Moved ahead in the gloomy nights all alone, watching dogs barking, shrieking noises of the dragon flies.  Walked and walked as the sun shines and crowds moved in quagmire of life.  I saw drooped