A Small Patch Of MoonlightIn the mist of winter,
long hours of darkness drag.
Hearts and ambition
heave and moan for meaning.
Life feels crippled,
but hobble forward
we must.
Gingerly through halls
without a candle glow
we creep forward
peering through the curtain
straining to see
a small patch of moonlight
someone may have left behind
somewhere in our night..
© Marcella Paliekara 2007
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