Transition and transcendence let’s tread so lightly. The co-dependence, the night inside me.
Deniable perturbance feeds the mighty.The real disturbance, the night inside me.
The night inside me, calm and cool and won't deny me. Oh to long for a bond with the strong, the sightly, knight beside me.
The kite that glides free, like the fool who's reply just might be, take the time to hold on tightly, or don't abide thee.The days of light be, bright with spite and relying blindly on the the sun, but we're spun, and there is no ride free.
The night inside, dark and quiet, a cricket riot, and I wait with the bait, and stand up just and rightly, but I only might be.
10/8/23
Melinda Lantz-Theissen Marinko
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