Saturday, May 24, 2008

Gazing At The Stars

While gazing at the stars,
I see lights.
The small holes in the sky
are shining brightly.

A black sheet,
draped over heaven.
The only proof of this
are the little holes.
The holes that are poked through the sky.

Seeing a plane or helicopter,
You may think of going from one place to the next.
But they are searching.
Searching for distant worlds.
The worlds that lie past the night sky.

While gazing at the stars,
I see distant worlds.
Distant worlds that are covered.
Covered by the sky.


Gina said...

Me too. I admire the simplicity of this poem.

Bela said...

Thanks Gina!