I look through my telescope.
Try to aim
steadily.
But all I see
and focus on
is blue-gray nothing.
I admire the stars
and I look for the moon
but I'm sad to admit
my telescope lacks zoom.
Maybe the world's moving too fast
and I'm not quick enough.
Maybe it's just that my patience didn't last
Don't think I've got the stuff.--
to make this the night
I envisioned it to be.
The fire the dogs the telescope and me.
Well the flames at least
are still here to see.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC
I look through my telescope.
Try to aim
steadily.
But all I see
and focus on
is blue-gray nothing.
I admire the stars
and I look for the moon
but I'm sad to admit
my telescope lacks zoom.
Maybe the world's moving too fast
and I'm not quick enough.
Maybe it's just that my patience didn't last
Don't think I've got the stuff.--
to make this the night
I envisioned it to be.
The fire the dogs the telescope and me.
Well the flames at least
are still here to see.