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The Colored Lights on the Waterfall
I'm whispering above the songs
of ceremony
in the empty dark of space,
present even here,
as lanterns splash the red,
blue and gold,
a plea to the return of the sun.
But it always comes.
It's night that
we lose, with its kindness
and lack of judgment.
I cast my pleas to the green
lamps, drawing out the river
in departing.
A Discovery of Stars
For Douglas Bishop
For that one oasis of sky,
for a path through the veil of darkness --
travelers will cut paths
the whole length of night.
But you truly know the way.
You only need to look up,
to this island, where far-flung suns
fall, untroubled --
each carrying light years
of dawns.
About the Author: Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass., USA. Her poetry and fiction have recently appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, The Cafe Review, Sirens Call, Dark Moon Digest, Acropolis Journal, and many more.
She is author of five poetry books and a short fiction collection, The Plague Confessor. She welcomes visits to megsmithwriter.com.
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