Sitting at quiet elevation,
Light refracts (confused) in teary rains,
Streetlights for fireworks about
The beguiled sun it nearly maims.
Azure without sky, white not-so pure;
Can we see through corrupting pretense?
Red in the rose and green of new life,
Whistling wind's nocturne commence.
(Sitting) Still in motion all is beautiful
In nature's deeper vanity.
Natural purpose and human appeal
In finding pathetic felicity (fallacy).
To cry with rain and smile the sea,
Sing with the birds and wind in trees,
Waltz with the mountains and cirrus clouds,
To the three-four three-part harmony.
Ionically (ironically) above Arctic frost,
The glowing mural of northern lights.
Where tales of snow are given colour,
Light above every northern night.
We map our stories out in stars,
Hidden libraries, smog and streetlight.
So observe and explore ev'ry day,
Every breezy-enough summer night.
- Melody Tadeo, July 3, 2013
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