Lights were dancing in the night,
Glimmering, calling me home.
Spirits of the dark had reached out
Directing me to the right road,
For I’d strayed from the safe path.
I had been lost, without direction,
Tumbling, blindly wandering
In a landscape without horizon.
Until a shining, wonder enticing;
I was found by you.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
Such a beautiful writing…This is amazing and intense and dark, just as I like it ❤
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Thank you very much. It was a lucky find in an old notebook today, so I’ve come across it with fresh eyes and the first thing it made me think of was that exact same sense so I’m glad it came across.
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