Another little poem. The night sky is clear, and the moon is bright. Inspiration came and voila. I'll write some short stories and possibly release a chapter of a novel I have planned soon.
Sometimes, I look up into the sky in wonder,
on those clear, cloudless winter nights.
And I see stories and tales that the stars have seen.
The watchful eyes of the universe.
And as I gaze my mind wanders among them,
and sometimes I pick one, just one.
Why one? You ask? Truthfully, I don't know.
But I try to conclude, why that star.
Why do I gaze at it, and am I watched in return?
Will they remember my story?
Or yours?
on those clear, cloudless winter nights.
And I see stories and tales that the stars have seen.
The watchful eyes of the universe.
And as I gaze my mind wanders among them,
and sometimes I pick one, just one.
Why one? You ask? Truthfully, I don't know.
But I try to conclude, why that star.
Why do I gaze at it, and am I watched in return?
Will they remember my story?
Or yours?
