Feathered Night
The feathered night offers no sanctuary to those less fortunate than we,
We sweet dreamers of midnights canopy revealed.
The stars they promise twilight, the day again the same to night.
Find me in the shade of freedom, sunken roots in leather boots.
Ragged torn from my moment born, ragged torn and loving.
Moving in circles electric, turning and smiling ecstatic,
Come, come sail with me sometime, come sail the light fantastic.
No plastic smile can save you now.
poem by David Lacey
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