| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #1610193 |
| |||||||||||||
|
From on High I watch the light’s below,
They shine like so many fireflies. Their patterns push out to light the dark. I wonder about the dreams That those below are having, Their lives unaware of my passing. As I watch the land slip by My thoughts reach upto heaven, My mind wanders like the clouds. But slowly I tire and fall into slumber, My mind dreams like those below. But onwards I always go.
© Copyright 2009 Lupus (UN: lupus at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Lupus has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |