I would much rather be among the stars
Not in the flowers
The flowers die and wilt
While the stars live on
Even after they're not alive
They are to us
So when it comes time to bury me
Send my body into the twisting galaxies
Where the stars live for milenia
And laugh as the flowers wither into dust
YOU ARE READING
Waves of Words
PoetryI want to spill all my thoughts, and share them with anyone who will listen. It's crowded in here. A collection of my poetry.
