a breeze against the white curtains

by Jing Jing Tsong

until the sun returns again 

do you see those stars? they're diamonds, the light of night. 

and the moon? why that's the smiling face 

of god herself, a glorious sight. so snuggle down, dear one, 

my little granddaughter. this world is the place 

where we come to make our souls right, 

and that takes work and kindness - and rest, 

so just you sleep tight. my littlest angel, goodnight. 

- for khaleesi luna buckner, granddaughter -

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marking time 

it was a dream about a life that I will never have 

and courage that I do not possess 

waking up 

there was bright moonlight shining in 

through the open window 

a breeze against  the white curtains 

and still a lot of night yet to be 

james lee jobe 

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