Sometimes I write poetry, maybe it is time for me to share it with the world.
Night Sky
A black canvas stretched across the sky.
Stars scattered like broken glass.
A breeze blowing like a gentle whisper in my ear.
All creation is still,
Yet full of so much life.
No noise, no light
Just breathing…
An abyss of wonder
A chasm of beauty
All is calm.
All is quiet.
For a moment if feels as if all is right.