"Fingers Crossed"

12:30 at the end of the day, I’m tired but there are no clouds for a change
So I look through the telescope and I can see the craters of the moon
They were denting the surface of the crescent with a deep glow presence
The ghosts of stars that lead the way across the sky
And I don’t want to let my eye leave the sight of the above so beautiful
As here on earth we are all in some real-life ugly trouble

The seas are rising and gently splashing at my front door and window ledge
Those tiny waves of reminders interrupt our lives twice a day
Taking away our empty milk bottles that once housed drink and now board messages
Quickly scribbled help signs that will hopefully reach the city sometime
A gentle post that will travel the seas and rest on the steps of somewhere important.

Reviews

[Andrew Glass]

This conjures up gentle images of a better life that many of us may never know. The descpriptions you've used are very elegant and serene, and they take us to places we long to be in. Your words flow together nicely and the advancement of the piece in natural. Good work.

[Emily B]

aw, Steven simple and profound and left me absolutely breathless. This is stunningly beautiful.

[TL Boehm]

There is something beautiful and almost surreal about this one - lines like 'ghosts of stars' and the image of waves cresting against the window ledge - a beautiful poem - serene...quiet....Well done.