Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Night-wise


From a quiet wet-black street, cast by a city lamp,
a reflection, as if the cause of clouds,
would pause, and speak,
of heaven.



2 comments:

Dino said...


very beautiful poem

this makes to think that enough little “a small light” in order to change.

but ... I think that sooner or later the lamp will turn off.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Dino. Maybe you will light another, on another street, for someone else....