Musing on a thought

Would the moon be eclipsed
And the light which streams
From stars through the window
Pale to a poor comparison
Would the rain which falls
To soothe the parched dry land
Taste less sweet than imagined
Would the soft woven silk
Which clothes the naked body
Be as gentle to the skin
Or as pleasing to feel
Would the beauty of this world
Stand as testament still
When all is considered
Would a dream be a beautiful
When the eyes are closed
And all is know is what we feel
Would you gift me the answer
With a kiss from your lips

poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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