FIGMENT.

I looked up at the sky

Moon shone bright and white

I wanted to have it, thought I

What was I thinking?

That I could throw a tantrum

And have whatever I want?

Then I looked at the stars,

They flickered like lamps,

I could make patterns

By joining the dots.

I stretched my hands..

Wasn't I a fool to do that?

Earth can't meet the sky

Everything have been placed right

Some things aren't meant to be

One can have flights of fancy

Separate real from fantasy

Cos' horizon is just an illusion.

For -  Poetry Pantry # 88
           ABC Wednesday 'F'