January 29 2009
Unlike the sun
The dominant source of light
Shines the moon
And it’s stars
Little beacons of light
Forever shining
Day and night
Even when blinded by
The sun or hidden
By a cloud
They watch
They are the dreamer’s reality
In the brightest of times
Or the darkest moments of life
The moon seemingly disappearing
Through it’s many phases
Never dominatingly blinding over
The stars
The magical pull, subtle and light
Draws the dreamer’s eyes toward the sky
Irresistibly awakening the imagination
The silence of the night
Until once more the moon is set
And the selfish sun
Steals all the beauty of its kind
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wow tilla... you're posting a lot lately...
i love your poetry by the way, your style's very.... real, i guess. i love your word choice.
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