My poems.

Seconds.

                                                                      

My life is made up out of seconds

From morning to dawn

From dawn to night

I love them all.

But mostly night.

Because every second, the moon comes out and rotates around the earth.

Smiling at us while we are sleeping;

we're blessed with the stars and the power of the moonlight

Spreading its light of fantasy and wonder.

Through nicks and crannies

Exploring the truths and mysteries.

Every second, minute, or hour of my life comes and goes.

Yet, is it truly the same experience for others?