Endless is their night

March 31, 2020

A comet and her trail

Wandering in aimless flight:

Endless is their night.

Almost stars, not quite.

Dissipating as they sail

That unseen solar gale.

Neath space’s sable evil,

Softly, slowly, sleeps their light:

Endless is their night.

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