Thoughts of An Insomniac
There may be a pulse coursing through the air
And bringing it justice.
There might be pride
Under the perplexity
Of a beautiful endeavor.
I see a smile
And I smile back.
I hear a laugh
That has me laugh.
I am in love with this world
For it's acute visions,
Coincidences
And moments of valor.
Somewhere, a child of light
Waits for darkness to settle
And destiny to unfold.
Meanwhile, I sit and listen
To the hum of the world
Buzzing around me.
Copyright © Mike Frampton | Year Posted 2010
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