Best Poems Written by Noah Elo

Knowing Nothing

It was on an hour exactly like this one, 
as I stood staring into a green landscape
that my senses drifted over the crossover,
which  had a lot to do with the sound
of wind,maybe, or perhaps the slant of the sun’s stare,
 but I would agree
the clouds blue above were shaped into
a wavering plane;  seemed that my hidden sighs
echoed  through the bridge, the slope 
calling me forth to dive without thought;
 that I in absence of logic  stretched 
beyond my immediate impulse and just soared.

Copyright © Noah Elo | Year Posted 2012