Wing tipped
by the sun
i see a different
version of the moon
A movie not yet seen in darkness
A story not yet told by prophets
No movie mongrel
has siphoned the
joy from the wing,
the eclipse
Clever this fore night
how the transition
of sun and moon
cloud my thinking
create this poem
Somewhere in between.
I absolutely love this poem! I look forward to reading more :)
ReplyDeletethankz..!
ReplyDeleteyup..
wud love 2 write
for appreciating hearts like u frotha..!