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Dancing Lights
by Richard VinceThe lights still dance for me
As I head for the town that
I once called home.
It is as if the world somehow
Becomes a mirror to the
Night sky, albeit one that
Reflects the stars in orange.
This was the hallmark of
A day of adventure. After
A long day of discovering
New places, the gentle swaying
Of the lights seemed to
Reflect the meanderings of
My tired mind.
Now, those lights, when I see them,
Mark the beginning of a trip
Back through time to the
Place where that bleary eyed
Boy became the man
Writing this today.
Even though this place is
No longer my home, the lights
Welcome me back as though
I have been away for
Only a day.
11/20/2009 Posted on 12/14/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/14/09 at 10:40 PM ... exceptional..... |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 12/15/09 at 12:26 AM Beautiful, kept simple, written in a highly polished manner; there's the weariness, yet anticipation; a sense of the world, yet hope; a canoe moving out to the sea, and yet the lingering of the boatman's shouts while heaving it out. Thank you once again! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/16/09 at 07:41 PM Is home where the head is, or where the heart is? I guess it depends upon the mood, or maybe the illusions masquerading as selective memory...distortion is a characteristic of reflections. Still, the night sky never effectually changes -- that is, when it can be distinguished above the haze of competing illuminations... |
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