Poems from ErinJ199
“Reach for the stars,” they said.
So, conforming obediently, I looked at the sky
And was instantly filled with wonder.
Massive quantities...
Ink.
It glides down a page, almost with an air of superiority
as it touches every scrap of snow white paper in close proximity.
It gleams...
Happiness,
the underestimated spark
of an interest or a comfort,
the faint light
of the stars warming up our eyes
and with that our souls...