When I

When I look at the crystal moon
just beyond my little window pane,
the night becomes aglow
with such wonder to gain -

When I think how small
the perceptions of man,
I hold carefully every thought
in the palm of my hand -

When I feel the night
ablaze like the beauty of day,
I consider how unworthy
the meager words I shall find to say -

When I and my heart are taken
by the evening sky and it's gentle wind,
I know
I will never be the same, ever again -

by Smoky Hoss

Comments (1)

Great end rhymes in your few verses, plus the sound effect...your onomatopoeia device here in this vivid piece made your poem more alive...........10