A clear-night ride
through the desert
The starlight
emitted an eon
ago reminds me
that our lives are
meaningless
by comparison
The half-moon hangs
so low on the black
horizon
it’s almost as if
I could drive there
and climb on
(D. James)
A clear-night ride
through the desert
The starlight
emitted an eon
ago reminds me
that our lives are
meaningless
by comparison
The half-moon hangs
so low on the black
horizon
it’s almost as if
I could drive there
and climb on
(D. James)
I liked what you got from looking at the star light:)!
Thanks for the poem.