Its nice to look toward the sky
Just for once...
And not to cry.
Quiet,
With promise of a new moon.
To enliven thoughts, lighten steps.
Words strung together
With spaces of nothingness.
Pointing with empty hand.
What’s between the stars and earth?
A hazy land too unsubstantial to be seen?
Yet felt.
Hushhhhh….enough now
It’s good to feel the sun can warm
Just for once...
A heart that’s torn
And it’s good to know,
A smile, surreptitiously, can rise
Now and then...
Behind these hazel eyes…
For once...
1 comment:
Yes its nice...but why only for once...I like it everytime I do it.:)
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