Poetry

He’s always there.

I periodically fall down holes

he’s always there to help me,

he reaches down with hand outstretched

and eyes which light the way back up.

 

In that light the shadows soften,

in that light the dark bows down,

in that light the holes inverted

and lifts us both up to touch the stars.

 

 

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