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Evening Stars

by Richard Vince

Some strange beauty exists
In the colourful lights
That shine from the windows
That even the fierce yellow
Of the streetlamps
Cannot hope to eclipse.

Somehow, it never made me
Feel like smiling before.

Even as I descend to a wilderness,
I feel the warmth of life inside me,
Despite the cold of the winter outside.

The lights are all I see,
Now that the Sun slumbers
Once again, millions of miles away.

Maybe the stars will come out
Tonight, or they might hide
Behind an expanse of cloud
That sits like a blanket
Over the world, keeping us
Warm but free from light.

These days, we make our own stars
And our own Sun,
To illuminate our ways.

Maybe, one day they will
Shine as brightly, too.

12/18/2001

Posted on 12/19/2001
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

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