The stars are hung
from the the ceiling of sky
like tear droplets
lit up by a distant joy,
against the dark cloak of night
Like sparkling diamonds
twinkling in a deep blue sea
Shooting stars are a glimmer
of hope, for those who wish
their hearts were strong enough to see
It seems we've long forgot
the soft blanket of night
that once served to inspire
'fore bright screens & neon lights
shrouded visions of night from our eyes
© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2010
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