Fading
Push “play” each morning
The old record wheezes its tunes
Each day it grows more worn
Coughing its last note at twilight
***
Once upon a time the record
had a whole room swingin’
Syncopated notes sizzling as the disc spun
But time’s labored passing left erosion
***
The record skips and jogs now
A dying squall replaces its melody
A glimmer of its glory days flares
before winking out
This Little Light of Mine
A toothy grin and sparkling eyes
An escaped, mischievous fairy-princess
She’s visited before, a welcome friend
But she rarely stays long
As spontaneously as she appears she disappears
She prefers strife-free atmospheres
and will leave at the first sign of a storm
But I need her
She brings light to darkness
Transforms sharp pebbles into glittering jewels
I think I can make her stay this time,
convince her that the need for her light outweighs
her distaste for conflict
That her greatest joy will come by dispersing the gloom wherever she goes
and bringing her radiance to all she meets
A travelling paradise
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