she had a bit of trouble with her high school friends
she kept herself apart from the crowd
her world was large and noisy through her wide angle lens
but the others thought her world was too loud
it never really bothered her, she had it all planned
no pleated skirt would make her head bow
she found a taste of freedom in a rocknroll band
at center stage sang ‘look at me now’…
it’s nights like these
that make us free
and i do be lieve
we’re meant to have the nights like these
a hundred moons have waxed and waned with songs of love and grief
her view is wide, her wit is sharp and quick
she has the knack of touching every nerve with no relief
and spurs us on to see what makes us tick.
and often it’s the outlaw view that takes us by surprise;
we like to think we’re always pretty slick
but being shown our world is blown apart from deep inside
is just enough to heal what makes us sick…
it’s nights like these
that help us see
and feel re lief
we’re meant to have the nights like these
if you could from a distance put the red pen to your deeds
and see yourself as others think you are
you’d get a glimpse, an insight into what the poet needs
to know the beauty witnessed from afar.
for this is what the poets do, and what the painters see,
the sculptors and composers and their art
author, tunesmith, singer, wordsmith, artist all believe
in life, in love, we are the stuff of stars…
jmidworth 
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