Stairway
The ticking of the clock
Around the sphere of earth
Is silent, yet one feels it
Slowly moving, here and there -(in the deep of water, in the air)
The hands of many people
Are pointing to the sky
And all the numbers flying
Are in different signs
Twelve steps up
And twelve steps down
A cloud is crowning the burning sun
As it arcs across the sky
Climbing all the steps
The sun burns down upon us
And the moon up in her path
Lights stairs that rise before us.

1 Comments:
Excellent!!! I really enjoyed the poem JB
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