Untitled 1, by John Moore Subscribe to rss feed for John Moore

When you cry remember the sky, something bigger than you or
I.

Like the blue embrace of some creator, a star-knit quilt
made of time.

Do not despair. As saline breath stings your lungs,

remember you also breathe the stuff of life, the stuff of
stars.

In the end, the sky’s really not that far.
Posted: 2015-10-25 02:11:31 UTC

This poem has no votes yet. To vote, you must be logged in.
To leave comments, you must be logged in.