The Elizabethans knew what they were doing,
When they opened the theatres,
And used natural lighting,
They knew the sun,
and the moon.
Almost like I thought I knew you.
I was your moon,
Hidden in darkness,
You were my sun,
The light of my day.
But that's it.
Our worlds were invisible to each other,
We didn't know there was a whole other world,
Between the time I wake up,
And the time you rose.
And there is.
A world of people,
A world of possibilities,
A world of love,
And just as likely a world of hate.
But this is not the world where I can hate you,
Not until the sun has set,
Three hundred and sixty-five,
Full days in their thrive.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection 2
PoetrySeveral poems, straight from my life experiences. Here if anyone relates, don't let the world consume your light. XOXO
