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For Air, the day I went away.
For Light, the night
I left behind the dawn.
In bliss I slept
within the warmth
of my double bed,
only to rise and catch
the light of imagination.

For in the supple minds
of those who read,
lay the questions,
the answers
to what maybe said.

Words they do succumb
to minds of old and young
each trying to brake
the elusive rhyme beyond,
just to find
the angle before the light
escalates beyond midnight.

This puzzle I have set,
as I play.
The words nought but a game.
To meet the tale
at least you may detect their aim,
nothing clever,
just something
that had to be conveyed
before I go back to my bed.

? Lesley Roberts Revisited 10 August 2003