“ Night Follies ” ~ a chilling journey ~

 

I’ve a feeling I fly

In the dying light

Of a hostile sky,

Ever urging me on

This endless flight,

Be dream er deems

A chilling journey

Of night folly extremes…

 

Nights the like

Emerge but to blur

My anxious reach

For sapient deter,

I seek to compose

To author propose

Held liberal worth,

Of nights to dispose

With merit want spare,

Said weary night follies! 

                          

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“ Feeling Safe ” ~ a whimsical vision ~

I’d envisioned

A place of peace,

There to stay

Beyond reach,

Of man’s greed

And insatiable needs,

Yet thus conceived 

Gives cause concern,

Want feeling safe

Holds hard to place

This peaceful scene,

Now seems a dream

Of whimsical vision!