Flowers In The Darkness
The vengeful light, it breaks along the hill.
Your eyes are wide, but all is silent still.
You lie in creeping phlox and rose’s hand.
The night has died and I before you stand.
The place in once we hid is stripped by light.
We knew that flowers looked their best at night.
And you, my love, you bloomed each shade of joy
so darkness never threatened this young boy.
I will return when I’ve regained my sight.
For now, what interest do I have in light?
more by NOELLE CURRIE
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