Apr 2017
It darts past the sharp edges from my bookshelf to windowsill,
Throwing jagged shapes of light
reflected by evening clouds
Into my dim grey room.
I could never stare at it too long
It is the sun of the evening to me
Its eerie white glow naturally more magnificent
Than the blocks of light coming from the city,
Rendering me sleepless.
Throwing jagged shapes of light
reflected by evening clouds
Into my dim grey room.
I could never stare at it too long
It is the sun of the evening to me
Its eerie white glow naturally more magnificent
Than the blocks of light coming from the city,
Rendering me sleepless.
The moon is great, I just learned that it collected from a bunch of debris that were caught in earth's gravitational field
