Lykren
01-11-2013, 07:41 PM
The moon over the sea
of lights rose like a bead
of foam in still black water.
Its simple glow held our gaze
and returned to us the empty streets
freshly bathed in wintry light.
While we walked the darkness
sundered us; but what we saw,
we saw illuminated. Pale forms
stretched out and made us guess.
Then startled by our solitude
we turned and sought to grasp
the other's arm. Finally the light
began to warm; and as we
saw the end, we stopped
and rested, thinking, each,
to think a while
and let the other know
just what we had discovered.
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of lights rose like a bead
of foam in still black water.
Its simple glow held our gaze
and returned to us the empty streets
freshly bathed in wintry light.
While we walked the darkness
sundered us; but what we saw,
we saw illuminated. Pale forms
stretched out and made us guess.
Then startled by our solitude
we turned and sought to grasp
the other's arm. Finally the light
began to warm; and as we
saw the end, we stopped
and rested, thinking, each,
to think a while
and let the other know
just what we had discovered.
Thanks for commenting!