At night the light blocks out the scenes of the fight
Between the dark and light
The wrong and the right
Steals away the wonder and the might
Replaced with safe and secure
Hypnotized sparkling nothing allure of the quick and easy obscure.
Void of the pure
We need a new goal
A wonder serene
A new scene with questions that mean
We can still wonder at the sky with a few more secrets to share
Unaware with no care of the here and the there
And the why and the where
And the why out there
And the why do we care?
To question unknown
The point of it all
Still not clear
Back to ponder
All night at the sky with just enough light to wonder
And to write
Matt Aspin is an amiable gent who has made a second home out of South Seattle ale houses.
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