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Bluelighter
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the lake is quiet tonight -
the reeds bend gently,
in the light evening breeze.
the cottage by the lakeside
sits darkly, windows burning with light.
I sense something dark,
a dead body, a suicide.
in the distance, strange birds
quarrel violently
while a wooden boat glides into the moonlight.
I walk over misty rocks and
weave between awkward mushrooms
my leg clutches upon a spider web,
I drop my candle and it expires into the earth,
the moonlight guides me to the door.
the door creakes loudly, rusty hinges do not
disturb the silent, unmoving figure
lit by a dying fireplace.
I sit beside the body, my father
he does not speak -
. . . actions always spoke louder than words . . .
the reeds bend gently,
in the light evening breeze.
the cottage by the lakeside
sits darkly, windows burning with light.
I sense something dark,
a dead body, a suicide.
in the distance, strange birds
quarrel violently
while a wooden boat glides into the moonlight.
I walk over misty rocks and
weave between awkward mushrooms
my leg clutches upon a spider web,
I drop my candle and it expires into the earth,
the moonlight guides me to the door.
the door creakes loudly, rusty hinges do not
disturb the silent, unmoving figure
lit by a dying fireplace.
I sit beside the body, my father
he does not speak -
. . . actions always spoke louder than words . . .
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