I have seen the world at night
Lights of houses streets and cities That rise upward from the surface Reflect upon my window And vanish into space Sweet night wrap me in your embrace 30000 feet high I sit In an aluminium shell Cocooned in vacuum Craving sleep I cannot stand to weep For beauty or tragedy Dry air tears at my eyes And I look outward Seeking solace in the starlight. Comments are closed.
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