Without

by Daniel   Jul 21, 2020


Like the
searing glow of ominous
asterisks withering above.
You are with me.

You are with me.
I probe the night sky
with a single finger, chasing the
moon like a meaningless pilot.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Wonderful work, Daniel. Those last three lines are sublime.
    I perhaps would change the full stop in the first stanza to a dash or comma as I feel the flow is interupted a little there. Eg,
    "...withering above - you are with me". Not sure.

    Anyway, great stuff and all the very best,
    Ben

  • 4 months ago

    by Brenda

    lovely, dreamy-awesome visuals

    • 4 months ago

      by Daniel

      Thank you dear Brenda. :)

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