Saturday, May 14, 2011

Line Across the Moon

There is a line across the moon tonight;
It divides the light from light;
Two sides of the same;
Yet different in name;
Both content in where they are;
Connected not near or far;
One chooses commerce and cacophonic noise;
The other strolling on the aesthetic line;
Walking, working, wandering, writhing, writing;
This is perfectly sublime.

1 comment:

Joydeep Sen said...

And the moon asks the night:
'For what she does silently cry?'
The night smiles and says:
'For lost dreams scattered across the sky' ....


wonderful poem Beverly