Lion's Pride
A biting chill creeps in as the warm day transforms to night
The drear of the now ensues regardless of the king's might
Reluctance for this shift as his eyes struggle to adjust
Hunger and solitude instills, to pursue a new life he must
Unfortunately estranged from his cubs, quarters, and place of repose
Yearning for contentment and bliss, the lion's belly-fire grows
Now rogue and in bizarr...
Thursday 19th August 2021 4:35 pm
Lighthouse
Waves of time crashing on desire's coast
So close and yet so far I wait at my post
The time may come when the ground beneath washes away
Wind blowing heavily I stand firm and without sway.
Certain there comes a day when such a fog may clear
That allows your light to reach my pier
Ever so loud the sound of ocean's chatter
Such a distraction from that which matters
Even though people come an...
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