the waning moon,
ceases to show,
as brightly as me -
for i am an asteroid,
and have so much room to grow,
so much bigger and bolder,
than any moon could hope to grow,
flaring and burning,
scorching every bit of land i roam,
leaving not a single bit of land
without my brilliant touch.for i am the sun,
bright and full and gorgeous,
shining through the clouds,
and waking up the earth.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.