Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
you have burned brighter and longer surely
than even fair Apollo could have known.
Perhaps a turning of the moon would make a better companion?
Its phrases delightful and its reflections mysterious?
This beloved Satellite's is nothing alongside thee,
For it can only reflect the glory of another
whilst from you beauty was born.
O great bard, would that you were here
to bring honour again to the written word,
and to teach that immortality comes
from the dipping of a pen.
YOU ARE READING
Random Reflections
PoesíaMultiple poems, free verse and completely random thoughts about the shared journey we are all taking through the this crazy gift called existence
