"beriddled" poems
The heavens billowed, and stars twinkled
The moon, spread its celestial light;
Scars of senility etched on its face
Yet, nonetheless, a breathtaking sight.
Not a soul to be seen, i sat, recluse
Wishing upon the shooting stars
To learn wisdom, nature had to offer;
That stars spelled out in cryptic verse.
The caressing breeze rose in the rushes,
Carrying the cool of the creek
The ancient oak stood with pride,
Whispering wisdom to those who seek.
Listening closely to the murmur of the leaves
I searched amidst the orbs that shone.
To this beriddled celestial enigma
I sought to unearth the Rosetta stone.
Yet the truth that seem'd close at hand
Emblazoned across the star strewn sky,
Like a hanging mist, it caught my gaze
Just to evanesce, in the blink of an eye.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC