Monday, February 17, 2014

Light Pollution

Do you hear that?
It's the whispering of stars
To their neighbors. 

Do you see that?
It's a thousand suns being born
In the blink of your eye.

Do you feel that?
It's the full moon swelling
In it's womb. 

Let us not forget distant
Glimmers of hope
While our world devours itself. 

About Me

All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life. -Goethe