When the grassy plains stretch on so long and lonely,
I peer up at the sacred starry skies,
and I know that somewhere far my one and only,
is gazing up beside me with her eyes.
When the stubborn ground demands we stay apart,
the shining sky remains our go-between.
Its winking stars bring words from heart to heart,
and by their light unspoken can be seen.
When I lose myself in traffic on Life's streets,
I stare up at the airplanes soaring free:
and then the world turns small beneath my feet,
as if to bring us closer, you and me.
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On a Young Heart
PoetryA collection of my random poetic inspirations. Though they're not profound, I hope that everyone who reads them can find something special and meaningful in these words.
