As I go out for a moonlit walk
I wonder to myself why do I talk?
Even through my wondering eyes
I see the ocean spread across the skies.
Waves crash unto a blue escape,
so I decide not to talk, and just look at the 'scape.
Even through my wishful eyes,
I see the ocean spread across the skies.
We travel through the day without really looking around
and even then we don't say anything aloud.
Why can't people look through my eyes to see the ocean spread across the skies.
great imagery....tuned and toned with right words.......your writings are matured than your age dear..Keep writing....good luck....my heartfelt 10
Great poem... I love moonlight, but i can never go out and look at the 'scape because we live in a city: (. But you've brought the joys of a moonlit walk to me! :) Athena xx
some times i too would like someone to see the 'scape as i in all it's magnifacent beauty and colors, i just get lost in the clouds in the sky. love the poem grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Precisely, couldn't agree more. Nice work.x.