Sky lamps Poem, by Alan R, at My poetic side

I saw those interesting night lamps

That could cast a galaxy over my

Dreamy head that’s in pieces

The type that lacks

The definition of sky

Unlike the one that

Keeps my gaze busy for hours

And I close my eyes for the memories

Of the sky above summer night fields

As I get lost into

Each distant star that’s resolving out

Of the smoky, dazzling mist

Of some random space dust

That gets into my eyes

Making me see more of what

Perhaps doesn’t survive

The journey back Earth

Where we buy those silly lamps

With open eyes in broad daylight

Trying to tame what we fear and like.

-Al

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