At night, lights appear, unseen amongst
daytimes dominating sun.
Scattered bits of moon peering curiously
through window slats.
The warmth of some adjoining room
creeping in under a doorway;
a guest that stays the night and leaves
soundlessly in the morning.
The passing of headlights chasing fate down
an anonymous highway.
These, the nightlights counting time,
until the sunrise,
keeping pace with silent lungs,
Lifting and lowering,
breathing away the darkness
into some brighter being.
To Remember
Basil sweet scents on unrelenting smiles
Road trips to leave memories behind
But I
Stole some to remember
Two dappled paths
One leading home
And one leading to the unknown
And I
Will take either
So long as they don’t lead back to now
The wild of this world is fading
For every beast is tamed or gone
Decay spreads where fingers touch
So I
Will fly instead of run
Breanna DeSimone is a rising senior at Mount St. Mary’s University pursuing a degree in English. She has worked as poetry editor for her college’s literary journal Lighted Corners and her poetry has appeared in two issues of the annual publication. She was born in Springfield, Oregon but currently lives in Williamsburg, Virginia. Poetry allows her to share her perspective of the world and explore her passion for life. She also loves reading, traveling, and learning new things.
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