The Way The Moon Sits Upon The Brim Of A Yet Invisible Star Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

the way the moon sits upon the brim of a yet invisible star
and it's cup spills over onto the solid ocean
is like it's setting a path for me to follow or for someone to follow
into the distance

it makes me believe that the books i read
and the tales i hear, and the things i've seen are all true
because i could sit upon that path and travel into the...
or venture into the unknown, rather

for who knows what is beyond that black line?
and i only know i want to find out.