oh how the stars rain from above
they do not know how to withstand their love
created for beauty and wonder devine
if i reach up and grab one, will you be mine?
so perfect and dependable
you never leave my night
i talk to you, i sing to you
you remain a glorious sight
be around me! be near me! consume me! i weep…
embrace me! suffocate me! please put me to sleep…
carry me up so i can surround with you
not many will join, a couple, only few
first poem i’ve written in years…
i hate when i write poetry.