Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 64.0: July 23rd, 2007

Illuminae
by Belinda Roddie

Stranger in the illuminae
Singing a father’s lullaby
Under a glorious Neptune sky
The fireflies dim their glow to cry

Drinking from an oaken bowl
While lying on a velvet knoll
And the stars so high above him roll
Like wheels in cosmos dark as coal

Stranger in the illuminae
Doesn’t know where he is and why
Caught in the view of a swallow’s eye
That gently glides over the cold hillside

He sleeps, while the spirit of the air keeps
His body warm
Tomorrow it will send him home

The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since July 23rd, 2007.

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