Young Poet
Sitting in a beach chair by the pool
The fool
Scribbles and writes
Through countless nights
The moon
A shiney pearl in the sky
Air planes tug boat by
He sits and scrawls all alone with a sigh
Fresh cleaned pool water
Rippling and sloshing about
Purple clouds passing the moon
He seems to be in serious doubt
"Is God love or is love God?"
He remembered a gurus words
He lifts his head from his notebook
and begins to watch the birds...
This poem was written by William Ebersbach on Oct 01, 2007.
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