When day becomes night, igniting a flare
As the sun sets its light, with nary a care
Where the shadows grow dark, no more fire aglow
Extinguishing the spark, slowly setting, below
When the rhythm of rhymes, are thoughts in my head
And the light from the moon shine, is silently shed
If you listen, you’ll hear such a sweet harmony
Of words finding life, taking flight, freeing me
Poem & Photo ©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved