eclipse Posted November 1, 2011 Share Posted November 1, 2011 At night my friend and I would look up at the stars without a telescope we would pour the night into two jars my mother claimed that in our chimney lived a ghost he would elude the flames and do his utmost to make mischief creating shapes out of the smoke By the fire my Mother would tell stories of the nightjars they were as elusive as fire of the nearest stars under the moon at night I would hear my Mother sing our intelligent sleeping ghost would wake, joining in whistling In the morning my jar was filled with the splendid sounds of nightjars my friend and I slowly searched the grounds for this elusive bird in the graveyards and the local park we watched the swans take flight close to dark uplift from water to wing was like a gift of gold from castle to king with beauty gone we were like a ruby separated from it's ring Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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