Sometimes I count the stars
I don’t know them by name
I’ve watched them my whole life
Somehow they don’t change
Even though I do

Isn't it interesting...

How the trees reach up
And the stars fall down

...as if heaven and earth were meant to intersect?

the night air is cold on my back; naked
white, glistening in moon's light
the glint of her silver combs my hair
caresses the cheek of all who dare gaze beyond
her lustrous face.

dotted by pearl freckles that pale her complexion,
brings beauty to nightfall.

o blissful treasure,
take me in my ascent
to your humble home
of crag and dust.

my celestial shore rests on the lunar frontier;
tucked in the embrace of space.

I held wishes on your stories
Etched between the void and the sky
And hoped that even a glimpse
Of all your vastness and beauty
Can be reflected in me

As I look
At the constellations
After a bad day
I see the patterns in the sky
I real that
Everything is
Going to be OK.

Kids
Not your average little ****
But bright kids
Go out under the stars
To stargazer
And have their own
Star party
Instead of causing trouble
And causing drama.

Lone guy
On the old lovers
Lane
Serial killer
No
Just an
Innocent
Stargazing looking
At the sheer beauty
Of the stars.
Nothing else

At night
Stars light
Moons there out there

Copyright 2019 Joyce Joadiyce

The flowers
Of fire blossom
In full bloom
As the great Dipper
Nurishes them
As the burn
White hot
What a summer's night.