The Glow, by Frank Brownell

I can just see the glow from the closest light

The closest light at the edge of the night.

Stars are still twinkling, dancing aglow

Aglow with the light at the edge of the night.

Trees, silhouetted, sway in the breeze

A breeze that blows from across the sea.

Me, I’m a rock, what do I know

Feeling life flow from across the sea.

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