Acrostic
"Lullaby of the Stars"
The stars lean down with silver grace, To kiss the earth's soft dreaming face, And in the hush of twilight's sigh, The moon begins her lullaby. A breeze that knows the scent of rain, Dances through the silent plain, It hums a song the flowers know— Of seasons past and rivers' flow. The night wears velvet spun from dreams, Stitched with light in silver seams, And every shadow, soft and kind, Holds a memory left behind. So close your eyes and drift away, Let all the noise of thought decay. For in the quiet, stars still gleam— The world is held within a dream.
By Nasir Khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Light Between Two Windows
It was the kind of winter in New York City where even the streetlights looked tired. Snow clung to the sidewalks like forgotten promises, and the city pulsed quietly beneath its usual roar. Somewhere in the East Village, in an aging brownstone split into narrow apartments, two strangers lived across from one another, separated by little more than thirty feet of air and glass.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
