IAMWILL
February 26th, 2009, 07:25 PM
Hey Open Book people Will here with my 220th post, 28th started thread, and 3rd poem. Not much to say here, so hope you enjoy!
Looking Up Into The Night
Millions of degrees,
Yet I feel no heat.
Brighter than our sun,
Yet to distant to hurt my eyes.
No changes, have I ever witnessed,
But I still watch them all the time.
It's part of my life,
A daily ritual,
That I tend to every day.
I have never felt, smelled, tasted, or touched them,
But I have watched them,
And studied them,
And learned about them.
From clouds of dusk,
To balls of light,
Dark to bright,
But big to small.
These are the things that twist reality.
Things that get more powerful as they get smaller.
These are the things I look for,
And these are the reasons I watch the stars.
This was my first draft, still working on it. I love poetry (and rep). Thanks for reading, and constructive criticism or comments is appreciated!
Looking Up Into The Night
Millions of degrees,
Yet I feel no heat.
Brighter than our sun,
Yet to distant to hurt my eyes.
No changes, have I ever witnessed,
But I still watch them all the time.
It's part of my life,
A daily ritual,
That I tend to every day.
I have never felt, smelled, tasted, or touched them,
But I have watched them,
And studied them,
And learned about them.
From clouds of dusk,
To balls of light,
Dark to bright,
But big to small.
These are the things that twist reality.
Things that get more powerful as they get smaller.
These are the things I look for,
And these are the reasons I watch the stars.
This was my first draft, still working on it. I love poetry (and rep). Thanks for reading, and constructive criticism or comments is appreciated!