My beautiful stars are barely visible, all I need is a little more ink.
Yes, I think this poem will work…
Without a dark sky there is no glowing moon.
To my heart, my mind, my soul, a boon
No dreams too big
No matter the season there’ll always be a fig
Moon, the way you glow
Needs and wants I have them, this I know
Of course, there was that time when crazy was in the car, in my mind really…
Ridding along in the car. I could get caught up in the talk, in the way things ought to be. Say! The stars shine extra bright tonight. How is it that I have never noticed before? Not like this. The stars are so far way and tiny. However small, they still illuminate the sky, my heart and my mind.