Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Night Sky

there is nothing,
but the night sky

saturated,
too much beauty

nothing,
but the night sky,

saturated
with meaning

3 comments:

Lluvia said...

I want to stay lost in this poem. But how can there ever be too much beauty? I used to think beauty was above my reach. Not unlike a night sky. One life to saturate myself...

Lluvia said...

A close friend inspired me to write this evening. She told me how unimpressed she was with the pretty words that I have put out recently. Ha! I could not argue with her, so I wrote about a mediocre meteor. ;-)

Lluvia said...

They're here! (the poems) =) How are you? Haven't heard from you lately? Take it easy... Lluvia