I’m fixed to the sky,
I never touch the horizon,
Covered in light it seems I am,
Visible in the night sky,
Yet most of my brothers are hidden away,
I for one play in the foreground,
People watch – from time to time,
The light – wishing,
This is just a short piece written from the perspective of an inanimate object. Recently, some of you might have noticed that I haven’t been posting as often. That’s because I’m working on my novel. I’m currently editing the final draft, but once I’m done, I’ll resume my regular schedule.
Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain.