We Grow Like Trees

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Moon:

the golden moon
floating on a sea
of blackest ink

its gentle light
touching nothing
reaching nowhere

glowing all the same
Posted by Thane at 6:00 PM

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
This is a collection of things I've written. In no particular order.

Blog Archive

  • ►  2020 (2)
    • ►  April (2)
  • ►  2018 (2)
    • ►  February (1)
    • ►  January (1)
  • ▼  2017 (15)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  August (4)
    • ▼  July (7)
      • Tim and the Rain on the Glass:
      • Confounded:
      • This:
      • Tim and the Hole:
      • Weeds:
      • The Moon:
      • Tim and the Summer Night:
    • ►  June (1)
  • ►  2016 (9)
    • ►  December (9)
  • ►  2015 (11)
    • ►  June (3)
    • ►  May (7)
    • ►  April (1)
  • ►  2014 (1)
    • ►  June (1)
  • ►  2013 (8)
    • ►  August (1)
    • ►  June (5)
    • ►  February (2)
  • ►  2012 (9)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  September (1)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ►  April (1)
    • ►  March (3)
    • ►  February (2)
  • ►  2011 (7)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  July (1)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ►  March (1)
    • ►  February (1)
    • ►  January (1)
  • ►  2010 (9)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  November (4)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  August (1)
    • ►  April (1)
    • ►  March (1)
  • ►  2009 (16)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  September (1)
    • ►  March (2)
    • ►  February (10)
Travel theme. Theme images by Airyelf. Powered by Blogger.