Wednesday, July 8, 2009

in the glory of a moonlit night









When moonlight shines from above,
the ripples in the lake appear
like a staircase of tiny steps
tempting you to cross over

Cross over to the delights hidden
behind the dark curtain
that awaits you at the horizon.

Oh how I wish i cross that lake.
How i wish I would be set free...

5 comments:

ceaselesscriticism said...

Nice one! And short too. Neither of which can I manage. LOL! Besides, I doubt if I can write such serious stuff, leave alone poetry. Anyway, nice one! :)

TotalInternalReflection said...

How i wish i could set free
from the clutches of this human tyranny.

TotalInternalReflection said...

How i wish i could set free
from the clutches of this human tyranny.

Vids said...

thats a good one... :) in a few lines, u've conveyed what u had to... nice :)

inanimate said...

while the water is still calm
I see my self in the moonlight
asking me to crossover
and reach out for unanimous light....
great...I tend to reply a poem with a poem