Caught
in the grasp of night's long story
the sun lay itself down
into a perpetual slumber;
the night falls like a velvet cloak and
day is soothed beneath its
cover.

Night
floats on a pillow of mist,
stars scatter on the surface of puddles;
the moon rises above
casting silver streams,
a tint of auburn... and some
others

Within
reposed shadows, i gaze with my eyes
yet there's so much more my heart see's;
this orb of the heavens illuminates my soul,
exposing my essence of
poetry.


Copyright © 2004, Chris Anderson