A Wrinkle in Time

For all of my pandemic night owls…stay strong and create. I love you.

Shadows dance, on dark concrete

Drifting, shifting, endlessly

Thoughts converge, and then take shape

While flickering flames, illuminate

Feeling serene, under cloak of night

Bereft of impulse to fight, or take flight

Silhouettes emerge, beneath the moon

Creating safe havens, for ideas to bloom

Tranquilites flourish, while criticism’s subdued

Assertions declared, sans need to elude

Emotions float freely, boundless, unencumbered

Until the sun rises, upon eyes of wonder

6 responses to “A Wrinkle in Time

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