like a sky full of stars, beautiful and bright
shining like sparks of ice, and full of light
were your eyes, when I saw them that night
your eyes were a deeper picture, the silver moon
and the sun, whose golden aura rose too soon
two wonders, together, to banish the gloom
a glance of wilderness, something more
harmony restored, like a healing sore
your eyes are a door, to your deep heart's core
YOU ARE READING
SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
