The woods are like dark stone wolfs cry to rising moon In wilderness I watch alone dawn is coming soon Night is like a sinking sky stars shine below my eyes the lake reflects brilliant lies this place seems so ancient and...so wise Out here there are no voices only wild sounds out here there are no choices only natures bounds Watch the stars and heavens dance Cutting through the dark unknown how could we be alive by chance? just look at what your shown The water is like black glass bottomless mirror by my side nestled in cool wet grass where in daylight it will hide ©Jerry
This was beautiful and a joy to read. Was this an actual lake that inspired this or is it just what you think a lake looks like at night
I came up with most of the words when I really was at a "lake" (more of a pond really) at night, but the poem was actually written later when I had some paper and a pencil. Thanks for the feedback.
Yeah, sure, no problem, man. You're so lucky to live by a lake, let alone a pond. There's nothing here but desert, and sure I have gotten some inspiration through that but the most of the desert is disguised with adultery, gamble, lies, and sexism. Good ol' Sin City
Excellent poem man, I can see this being a song, with the third stanza as the chorus. I dunno, that really just suggested itself to me, it read like one. Good stuff bro And MANW, i bet once you get away from the city the desert is a pretty place, especially at night, provided you're far enough away from the city to see them.
A desert disguised with adultery, gamble, lies, sexism and sins could make up so great poems man. Some of that stuff can go really deep.
