Starry night.
Streetlights try
to compete with
the skies illuminating shine.
Together trying
to put daylight to shame.
Darkness dreams
of tying together
the strands of time.
The dusty days in between,
the lusty nights
and the moonshine beams.
Starry nights I wish you knew
that the personification of you
walks through the dreams I view.
And she walks in perfection
A slice taken out of heaven,
a bread roll that has
been left to leaven,
rising above all others around.
A glow
like the moon beaming down,
and when she doesn't visit,
the dreams become leaden, stale and slow,
crumbs coating the bedsheets of time.
Dusty remnants
that make sleep disappear
somewhere down the line.
Starry night, I wish upon you.
Let those shooting stars fly,
Though I only ask for four.
Peace,love, poetry,
and for you to always
be there at my door.
Starry nights
I want to soar on the meteors
that you grant us privilege to witness.
So, I can look down always,
to glance the woman of my dreams.
To make sure
she is safe from harm,
to watch the horizon in the distance,
to see the shining sun
breach the dark blue,
then plant me down on a beach
within arm’s reach,
of the beauty I view.
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