Hearts Buoyant

I see an illuminated bright 
 five-pointed star
 Over the emotional ocean
 Of black and greasy-greedy oil
 The light moving upon this darkness 
 Wavering leaps of sparkling exuberance.

 This star ascends 
 as the current below moves 
 like the waves of a darkened 
 Depressed ocean. 

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Gifts fogotten

I tell my two sons to clean their rooms and they don't it is like pulling teeth I am guilty too.. Then when I do clena up,  like them we find forgotten gifts... toys, books, art or a poem and these are some I found today... Hudley Flipside Art