It’s the new year, and time to resume posting poetry, among other things. So to start things off, there’s this little one… I have no idea why I wrote or what circumstances inspired it.

© W. Scott Grant
June 14, 1992 2:00 am

High in the sky
Distance immeasurable
I set my sight
Upon a lofty goal.

Yet, as I move
It moves as well
It’s beauty unclear
Existence ethereal.

Awaiting its bestowal
In a dreamy haze
Yearning for its caress
I waste my days.

Forever my eyes can see
When it’s only a fantasy.


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