Debbie II
poem
At night I think of the dead darkness brings boxed up thoughts rectangles and shapes of wood I should count sheep instead I recite numbers in ascending order sum up the years a star is born somewhere only you know At night I look to the sky darkness, make your light brighter Sparkle! Like a little sun, you glow I should smile instead I search for you and climb a ladder to add up the steps a star is born and will I ever reach to tell you, what you should know?
Thank you Paul for sharing this poem with your readers. I appreciate you and grateful for your support.