poetry revisited

nomads

On the way to the atm yesterday night,
i saw a truly beautiful sight.
There upon the dark velvet sky
i timely chanced upon a flock up high-
Birds lined in formation of pure white,
flapping decidefully in migratory flight,

(Oh i briefly wished I could fly,
amongst these nomads of the sky.)
Oh what a beautiful birthday night!
With the quiet* white lunar perfectly in sight.

*0107hrs

Other attempts at poetry:
Pantun
Ghazal of Uncertainty
An Anthology for Jay (Chou)
Meow
i wished there was a day club
Loneliness is/ What if
white *itch
America's Next Top Model
dancer in the dark