Insect
While the world quiet lies
silenced
by the realm
of Night.
When asleep
lie
the remains of day,
amidst
dark encirclement of shadow
in merriment
you sport yourself
wavering where you please
like bats
flying here and there
you rule a world not your own.
When the sun
is blotted out
darkness
engulfs the day
the old ships sail home
the palpable sorrow
of the fisherman is recompensed…
While, at my window,
I commune with my Muse
light my heart
light my way
fly in my eyes
fly in the eyes of my Child
and let my little one merrily sleep.
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