Perfection.... ©

On bed of clouds does heaven rest,

ceiling lit with starry splender.

 

Noise no longer clutters the mind,

a eery peace envelopes the night.

 

Moon rises to shed its light,

soft and faint.

 

Every so often we catch a glimpse,

stars chase each other across a moon lit field.

 

Natural wonder,

perfect in its making.

 

How easy it is to miss such perfection,

yet so many in this world,

spend a life striving to find it.

 

No matter what we do in life,

 perfection is out of reach.

 

How foolish we are,

for all we need to do to find true perfection amongst our world is, take some time to look up once in a while.

 

Author's Note

just a poem i started and flowed on turned out to be not so much my style of a poem but o well

Reviews

[Emily B]

lovely

[EMF]

I don't know what your actual style s, but this is good. It flows. It's not fancy, nor pretentious. Just to the point, unambiguous and a thoroughly enjoyable read. It mirrors life,

Good luck

EMF

[Sujash I. Purna]

It is marvellous. I was reminded of that bewitched ceiling of the Great Hall of Hogwarts castle. Some spellings mistaken otherwise the imagery outshines the superficial flaws. Good work.