Oh how at night
I'll find the soft whisper of your voice
That beckons me to the winter winds
And the soft, subtle spots in the sky
I'll point to the stars and make out the shapes
But all of them point to you
A supernova, a star, a planet
I look up and find you in it all
In the endless heaven above
You reside
So I'll stare at the night sky
Until my eyes can't focus
Just to see you before you fade fully into the stars
And find your way amongst the skyline
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Eyes Open Poetry by Preston Smith
PoetryI've realized that I spend countless hours expressing myself through art like poetry and not sharing it. I share my deawings, my makeup, my paintings and edits but I've never shared my last medium in art...writting! So in this book is my poetry for...
