You can be likened to the moon. Two-faced. The light is the face you show to everyone. The other, shrouded in darkness, mysterious, and impenetrable. And I am helpless and I can't do anything but look.
I was like the lake upon which your reflection lies. You were always there, but I am just left with a residue of your being, your reflection.
I do the thing that I can only do, I look up.
CZYTASZ
Starlight and Supernovas
PoetryA collection of amateur poetry. I believe that language is so beautiful that it can be likened to the infinite beauty of the celestial skies.
