Tuesday, 27 May 2025

poem 246

 

Thoughts as thunder, hold each word up to a naked flame

True, a moment dances brightest before life eternal game


Still, to hold a tear, a laugh, a lovers secret, crystal in might

Unmasks nature’s cords, here we all become stars-lit nights


And tonight, in Soho’s hallow, electric glow, I watched her go 

In visions of her magnetic smile, I held this brighter than all 

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