Night Light
Luminous the globe
around my hope, a diamond
phosphorescent fish
that undulantly beams along
darkest ocean floor,
gleaming
or in meadowed night
a child’s eye
swimmy deer gaze
peering through the heart’s glass lantern
stuttering, fluttering, dancing,
burning the fitful wick
that lights my way to you,
whoever wherever
in this dark place
you are.
March 1990
55 eyeballs gleaming in the dark for the G-Man
Note: This was one of the last dozen or so poems I wrote before stopping for ten years. I've revised it today a bit here and there, and cut a few words to get it to exactly 55.
Image: Owl Flame, by Darkr, on flick'r
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