More Poetry, I'm a Regular Poet?

Symphony


a pond at night


full of magic, reflected,


untouchable


but so close-


you stick a toe


in the middle of the moon,


it's cold,


you get used to it,


you stick a finger in


a couple stars,


it's cold


you get used to it,


pretty soon you're


three feet under and


unable to escape


all because


you wanted to touch


the moon

love always,

laura elizabeth.