Weak is the light
dancing upon the thread...
That makes the horizon.
Lacklustre is the moon
that rose up proud...
But failed to inflate whole.
Dim are the stars.
Twinkling feeble
that seem further than far.
Dark is this night
soundless and still...
And black as coal.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Weak is the light
dancing upon the thread...
That makes the horizon.
Lacklustre is the moon
that rose up proud...
But failed to inflate whole.
Dim are the stars.
Twinkling feeble
that seem further than far.
Dark is this night
soundless and still...
And black as coal.
