I remember the day a piece
of light came down holding
the sun’s finger –
and lost its way among the
crowds of a brightly lit night.
Like an orphan it clutched at
my hand – I can’t imagine why!
maybe it grew lonely and wanted
a place to hide.
It clings to my hand still,
not content with it,
and not willing to let it slip,
all the while hoping to find you –
somehow...
Endless is the night –
in all the sound and light,
a dark hush gathers me in its arms –
and your memory lights up my heart,
with a lost piece of sunshine...
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