Jingle
A shadowy darkness
suffused with vapour
calls out to me,
whispering,
inviting me to mingle
and soak my heart
As I gaze out
longingly through the dusty mesh,
the dim morning
opens its purse
and lets cascade
its treasure of coins
Rushing out
to gather,
I forget the world
in this greed,
intent only in
accruing
this wealth from the skies
as it falls—
Pitter patter…pitter patter…
~Glowing Embers~
12th July 2006
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