Street lights like Stars
twinkling, this time,
from below
and not from afar
when the traffic lights
still blink red,
all but a few
asleep in their beds,
a few Souls
for different reasons wake...
I Rise to Rest
before Day
and the World
tries to take from me
what it would make of me
to suit its needs;
but that is not for me...
I go to Earth,
dance upon stones
in the stream,
give and take
with some branches
before me;
break off the Dead,
they are no use to the Tree,
gently move young ones,
wondering what,
in the coming years,
I may see...
Dec. 27, 2014
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