Cobalt & Careless

So I was cleaning out some old things. I found a simple poem I wrote for an assignment that I still like. This is like 4 years old…

Watching the Skies

Comets soar and race,
As martians float in space.
Twinkling lights up high,
in the third galaxy, that’s where they lie.
Meteor showers,
At our darkest hours.
Stars are shining bright,
As the third moon turns toward night.