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Southern Lights

The lights you seek are not these ones, these are mine

I shall explain more in time

As I have searched far and wide

Yet these are the most beaufitul I find

Unique, like tears in the snow

 

I share these lights with the Emporer, Leopard and Crabeater

With an hour of sunlight, there's nothing more sweeter

Than to sit and watch the carnival of light above

On my own, as the cold kisses like an old love

 

Left with a cold wind and thoughts of home

I have chosen these shores as my tomb

Left naked and stranded in the womb

Like a baby unborn, I seek to know more

 

I escaped a home of light and warmth

Yet nothing I touched offered comfort or calm

So I sit in the snow with the noises and sights

As the dance in the sky illuminates my loss, sadly and nothing more

 

Most seek beauty to enlighten and rest

But what is beauty when you're numb and bereft

What hope is there if hope there is not

When inside, I'm askewed and adjecent like a shoelace knot

 

So I sit and wait for time to end

Wrapping a rope around me to descend

In the cold breeze of eternity

I wait and hope for certainty

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