Saturday, 2 May 2015

Darkness by Grant Harbison

Darkness spray has gone astray
But the showery bastard loves to play
So when I can
I bask in the light
Seize its warmth
With transient delight
This ethereal space
And fleeting grace
Brings forth laughter
Saving face
But more than often
And with no explanation
I’m soaked in misery
Dark precipitation

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