Poetry

So Much

Leafless trees silhouetted against a winter sunset,
Crescent moon and single star burning overhead—
So much beauty in the world and so hard to see.
So much to love, and all the world out of reach.
I used to dream of dreaming, but now there’s no
Sleep or any thought but a midnight of monsters
In the jungle dark, a trackless, hungry leasehold
On reality beneath the world of love and beauty.

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