Elatedly, I throw my head back, looking expectantly to the sky.
Chaos or order, which effects this unnatural sight?
Light extinguished, overshadowed by night.
I may never see this sight again.
Presage of the apocalypse or simple astronomy?
Slivers of sunlight slowly return,
Enrapturement never fades.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
Anonymous by necessity,
Vocal by choice.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Reading around to learn acrostic poetry. Slivers of sunlight slowly return. Nicely Done!!