This poem doesn't have a title yet, but if anyone thinks of one, just let me know. I'd really appreciate it. Thanks
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There’s a man in the sky and he bathes us in his light
A light that touches each of us
Washing away our sins
Our troubles
Our mistakes
An eraser hiding our delusion
In the margins of a book
A book checked out of the library and never returned
In the night
Shadows creeping down sidewalks
Boardwalks with abandoned balloons
Floating off across the stars
Spaceships radioing in their discoveries
And it’s all coming together like opening night
The curtain opens and the stage is lit
Lit up like the Fourth of July
Fireworks blasting off
Exploding in color
Into the morning with bleary eyes and whispering words
Hands clasped together as the sky melts
Dark fading with the radio crackle of the astronauts
As they are sleeping among the stars
Which are now gone again to slumber
Like the actors from the night before
The fireworks exploded
And with the world now waking
Balloons are waiting to be found
Amidst the children chatter in every room of the house
Which can no longer sleep
As the shadows withdraw for awhile
Making way for the man in the sky bathing us in light
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I hope you enjoyed it. I'm trying out a new poem writing style.
~Lin~
