Life is a puzzle; we are the clues, and God is the answer.
The night, in its obscurity
Is the wide canvas
upon which the moon’s mysterious smile
The rich backdrop
against which the stars
hold their merrymaking.
Dark, he lives in obscurity.
Alone, he is nobody. Yet,
Without him —The moon would lose its allure;
And the stars, their grandeur.
There won’t be starlit skies
under which lovers exchange dreamy sighs.
And I’d be lost —
Wouldn’t know where to find my shooting star!
//Sherma E. Benosa
Also posted in my main blog: The Written Wor[l]d.