The curves and cusps of a crescent moon,
A sideways-grinning sky
Stars hang down like scattered mobiles
Perched way up so high
The mountains erode like frozen waves
Of an earthy tsunami
While the ocean tosses and turns and wails
An insomniac is the sea.
The clouds migrate across the night
Slurring a celestial song,
But the moon, still a child's orange peel,
Beams toothlessly till dawn.
And the earth below still cracks and churns,
The deserts fling their sand
The birds all screech, the wolves all howl
A spectre is this land.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
