Wednesday, October 22, 2014


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.


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....