Optics...

Optics...

How lovely it is,

To decorate the walls,

To feel a touch of nostalgia in every visit to a place.

Easy,

Easy on the eyes.

Like a spiral notebook,

One you've written and drawn in,

On-and-off for years,

Soft in the hand.

Easy,
Easy on the eyes.

I look up and see stars,

A smiling Moon beaming down,

A raft of familiar faces.

Easy,
Easy on the eyes.

Not so hard on the heart,

Either.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 07/02/2018