Vacancy

In the pitch of midnight black a shining The stitch of an illusory lining Weary traveler opines, where is my place? The eyes go towards well-lit grace Sheer magnitude of emptiness and yet Rooms-a-plenty past midnight's rest Lost, the traveler mused, where is my place? The eyes go towards well-lit grace But shines a little longer this shining Ever so present in the illusory lining Robust a light for all to see this Shining bright, refulgent bliss In that dark of midnight black scarred lie A star, like a pearl in the sky The traveler sings, there, that is my place Found vacancy in well-lit grace _______________________________ By: Tim B on 04/18/2012 Written for: Russell Sivey's contest "Midnight Pearl"