Day 348: Lightless Sky

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am i under a lightless sky?

for the young ones say
the moon was too inconstant
and must be gone,

and the sun too hot
to be trusted,
and is banished
from the heavens.

but we the old,
who recall the daytime warmth
and the mystery of glowing nights,
are left stirred and wanting
for ancient lights.

must i disarm the stars too?

for they remind these green and stripping barks
of the bulbs of yesteryear
and incite in them
a fierce and religious fear.

but i tender and withered,
and under dark skies plead,
no day without both lamps lit can be.

as it is in you.

as it is in me.

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