"circkets" poems
Staring at the night sky,
pitch black are the shadows;
Grey-black and dark blue is the covering.
Stars like silver sparkles, spread on a dark sheet.
All so majestic, like a King wearing royal blue rob with diamonds on it;
Cool breeze adding touches to this painting.
Its not darkness around,
but just absence of light.
Night sky is exquisite;
Circkets making shrill noise,
still deep down inside my heart,
a halcyon song I croon,
admiring the white spot,
illuminating the night sky; known as Moon.
Whats so attracting about this sky;
I try, but fail to understand.
Days are hard, bright and youthfull;
But night has its own glory, charms and is peacefull.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC