Thursday, April 2, 2015

Glitter and gleam

The roof of my room
Gets blown away
As I get to slumber
Glimmers come my way
I gaze in rapt attention
At the gray black skies
They seem to send a message
Of twinkle, in the guise.
I pick out the clusters
I join up some shapes
Amidst the fullness
I see all the gapes.