I step into the night,
And you are such a beautiful sight...
Speckled over your black gown,
The stars shine down...
I know you are there,
By the way you play with my hair...
Someday I'll come to you I promise
But I must see a thousand more sun,
Before my job here is done......
ps: i still claim I am not a sentimentalist. That was just being impulsive....well, yesterday night was incredibly beautiful.....clear, breezy and quiet......
Speckled over your black gown,
The stars shine down...
I know you are there,
By the way you play with my hair...
Someday I'll come to you I promise
But I must see a thousand more sun,
Before my job here is done......
ps: i still claim I am not a sentimentalist. That was just being impulsive....well, yesterday night was incredibly beautiful.....clear, breezy and quiet......
You are a good poet! The music is in you. The words will come as you learn more to go deep within
ReplyDeletethanks a lot, sir....that surely is a big compliment coming from someone like you!!
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