One World, Many Dreams

Staring at the moon through the window in my room
I wonder how many people are doing the same
Perhaps on their side the world is darker
Maybe they're not as warm as I am

Staring at the moon through the window in my room
I wonder how many people are doing the same
Perhaps on their side the world is brighter
Maybe their light is blocked by their pain

Staring at the moon through the window in my room
I wonder how many people are doing the same
Perhaps their voices are ones which can't be heard
I wonder if they'll ever know who I am

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

I truly enjoyed reading this poem! Many are doing the same staring out wondering if they will ever be known! I am in Awe!!!!!

[Erin]

Big dreams much?
This brings an interesting idea to the table, that everyone sees the amount of light in the world. Like, if they're depressed, they might think that the sun shines less. At least, that's the idea that I got from the first two stanzas...
It's has a very easy-going feel to it. As in the tone isn't as dark and depressed as I would imagine it to be. But it was a very good move on your part to change the stanzas, although the first two lines are the same in each one. It's...really cool. I enjoyed. I applaud.
PBP

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. ah, magic ... you share your name with the prophet ... that's who you are ... beautiful poetry ...