PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Do we have to count the stars?
Or may we merely dance beneath them?
Numerical representation of such beauty
taints the majesty that they are.

Forever and a day ago
orthodox traditions were left by the roadside to fade.
Reality is such a depressing place.
Gather the dreams you almost let die and
enter the conciliations.
Tomorrow we will come down.

Maybe this is not the end, simply a distraction.
Evening is falling fast.