Scene XX: Glow

Some days she was nothing
Some days she was something
Some days she was everything
Some days she was a-thing
Some days she was it.
What was she?

A face in the street
A face under a lamp post
A face looking for light
Where was the light?
Oh! She wanted to glow.
Like the sun, perhaps?
Or wait like the moon
No like glow worms in the dark
Or fireflies in the sky?
Which light?

How lovely to imagine
But no more then a face
Nothing but it.
Just a face under a lamp
Dim and shadowy
That’s all she’ll ever be
The girl glowing in dreams
Forever asleep.



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