London Poem: Day 107

2 December

Sleep comes swiftly under concealed stars,
With so little light peeking through
To keep the humming heart awake.
Though dark, the night remains
Without solemnity.
Big, bouncing dreams preserve
The warmth and light the little
Light needed. Swiftly moving
Between asleep and awake
The life lived is reaffirmed
In comfortable nights
Without dreams. It is a life
Dreamed, and then actualized.
It was believed the world need
Bend before blooming so,
And a life without darkness
To make it so.

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