Have you seen the sky tonight?
With its infinite number of stars
Do you feel them dance?
And the street lights
Can't you hear them sing?
These stories, this history, an endless bounty of beauty
Do you not see it?
Can you not feel it?
I look upon the heavens to see
life stirring all around us
And you look upon me strangely
When was it that I became strange
Rather than you?
It is not my place to argue such
These stars cannot see themselves
They will not hear their own music
Oh how I long to feel you
So that you in turn may feel yourself
May I ask you one more time?
Have you seen the sky tonight?
YOU ARE READING
March of the Flowers
PoetryOne by one, we march. We march. Our branches tired. Our leaves are wearied. March of the Flowers is a collection of poetry
