Clouds and Light

I know that I am just a cloud;
A bit of vapor, floating mist
That for a moment will exist
And be with consciousness endowed

I know that you’re a lonely light
That shines aways off, glimmering
Ancestral furnace simmering
Who longs again to own the night

I know tomorrow comes a dawn
Another day of stolen care
Another morning we might share
Before the clouds and light are gone

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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