Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Thursday, July 21, 2005

The Future In A Crystal Ball

The Future In A Crystal Ball

Late evening and the moon
rose low above the roses
hanging bright in my line of vision
made that trek across so much closer
to our horizon, toward the next grove
of trees, to be hidden -
and then sunk into sleep until
tomorrow's dark sky to return
and be seen in full crystalline glory.

1 comment:

_Soulless_ said...

The moon is rendered alive, in motions traced with your words. ^_^

p.s.
Been reading past poems. Hee. The last stanza of "Having Made a Choice" is a reality check for people in general, I reckon. And "Sand" is... gasp, it's beautiful! I have truly relished reading it out loud. ^_^