How the Midnight's Trail Through Heaven
When the moon grown full
and glows golden and warm,
a stairway is showing
that trails through
Earth's realm,
through the
moons white glow
to heavens gates
of which are gold
and of which are diamond
it trails through our houses
and through our souls
and we are exiled
until the heavens call us home.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
