Last night
the moon
like god’s own streetlamp
lit up the sky.
Only a lake
could serve as mirror
to reflect it’s boundless glory.
A canopy
of stars
above
my naked eyes.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Last night
the moon
like god’s own streetlamp
lit up the sky.
Only a lake
could serve as mirror
to reflect it’s boundless glory.
A canopy
of stars
above
my naked eyes.
Love your metaphors–streetlamp and mirror