Sparkling
like the morning light
overtaking the greyness of the dawn.
Silver stars
Decorate the lavender sky
Disappearing
faster than half-forgotten dreams.
The gem
cannot do justice
to the color
for which it's named.
Spring lilacs
and early morning light
are far more glorious
than a heartless piece of stone.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections on a Window
PoetryUnedited. Raw poetry from the mind of an aspiring author. When it comes to me, it will find its home here. Types and forms of poems will vary.
