White night

I looked up and I glanced a miracle of nature
Floating through generations of life
Drawing smiles with every nurture
As if it were alive..

I tried to capture the moment
A vague eclipse rushed through the air
Still without result as it went
Further into the night..

I wonder if it survived
Hanging onto our synthetic fabric
Hoping once to be revived
Or forever running away
Ever so hectic.

Sometimes I hear it
Each time, getting closer
With every note 
More delicate than a flower
Still so Fragile 
Still so alone..

Always in this cycle
Never finding a home
Like a  long lost thought
Turned into rust..


2010/12/02





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