stargazing.jpg Stargazing
Atop a bower of whispering reeds
As a lone whippoorwill gives mournful cry
Some yearning within me feeds
And I begin to wonder why
Why it is I crave and long
For these moments that will soon be gone…
The starry heavens up above
They tell me of a Master's love
A world built and prepared
For a world that rarely cares
They dash about like ones gone mad
Never appreciating what they've had
These stars, …oh to be like them
They shine with all their love and light
Like precious, tiny sky-born gems
All this…whether or not we notice each night
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