Pocketful of Light
I've got a pocketful of light I keep to myself.
Whenever it rains too many days in a row,
I take it out and let it play about the room.
I've got a box of bird songs, they sing like
The dawn of today. When I feel blue,
I open up the lid and let a little melody out.
I've got a treasure map rolled up tight,
Stashed on my closet shelf.
If ever I lose my way, I take it down
And follow the trail to the heart of the forest,
Where everything deep and beautiful sleeps.
I sneak up slowly and peek
At a softly sleeping black panther.
His snores are more than I can ignore,
Thrilling when they grab me,
Shaking the leaves from the trees at times,
Making me wish I could capture the sound
In a bottle—
I'd save it for a silent night.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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