PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In the descending silence of night

Glares stone blank textures

I could count the stars

but I only count three

It seems to be shining

For more than you and me

Caught up in this childish game

Of counting stars

Not alone but without you



Across the shore thunder breaks

Repitive and dim

My faraway love you dont seem real

And the water touches earth

Just like I touched you



Will I ever feel guilt

Of counting more stars than two



I found sand in my pocket

Which fell through my fingers

Slipping away through the night

with the wind

And when I held the sand

Up to the light

I could see a million stars shining brightly back at me

Too many lights burn my eyes

But here in the dark

Pressed againts sky, sand, earth

and him

I'm not alone

But I'm without you



Yet you shine as brightly

when there's no stars

he let me count the stars

did not luagh when I got muddled

and some disappeared

I started count all over again



Count the stars

with me

say you will

but under a sky much bluier

Because gray is not true

Like you



I could count the stars

If I wanted to

Wrap my head with some shiney paper

Say I'm a tiny star too

Say I'm so much better

I guess the stars aint much superior

They have dwelled in the damp iviting dark

The difference is they are all alone

And so far apart



Count the stars

with me

They have so much in common

Because glamour is not true

Look down at me

As I look right up

And

Count the stars