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
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By: Tim B on 04/18/2012
Written for: Russell Sivey's contest "Midnight Pearl"
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Tim B | Year Posted 2012
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