what is

Simply, this is a poem about longing versus reality.

What is love but a shared smile,
an encouraging word,
a sunrise.

What is night but the setting of the sun.

An owl perches on the ridge of the roof.
Wings puff; head nods.
He sees the small, furry things,
and they can’t see him,
so he laughs and laughs.
All is right in his world.

Let me enter that world.

© Copyright by Syndal

If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you.

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: