Category: Writers Block
Stars
Just a typical mid-June evening,
warm and humid with a light, cool breeze.
The only thing that's different is,
you're standing here right next to me,
and I can feel your arm around me,
and for the first time ever, I can see
the stars so pretty overhead,
like a gleaming canopy,
and your voice, it's sweet like music,
creating harmonies.
Your mirthful laughter resonates
in the light, cool mid-June breeze,
and man, those stars, those pretty stars
seem so close to you and me,
so close that we could touch them
if we caught the mid-June breeze,
so take my hand;
let's try to fly.
Maybe we can
touch the sky,
so you might see those stars so bright.
I know it'd be a pretty sight
if you could see them just one time,
just this one lovely mid-June night.
I'd give you what's left
of these tired eyes,
so you could see
this mid-June sky,
and I know you'd wear the biggest smile
if you could see them just a while,
hovering above the trees
with me in this light mid-June breeze.
...I would say you are already flying...continue to soar in your writings...beautiful and uplifting....a reminder of tender love unfolding like the petals of the roses that through the cool June nights are supping the air of night to give more golden the scent when plucked and from one hand to another given...reaching and touching the Stars one only needs to feel the touch of your heart beating....Connie
Stunning and completely beautiful