Heaven’s Stars

May 22, 2011

When sorrows flood
His long-shut soul,
The cup of his heart
Reaching over-full,

Silence
Does
The trickling over,
And he wishes he was
A
Gypsy rover.

Sad songs sung,
-and all alone.
Soft, hushed tears
There, find a home

And the coal-black streaks
On his stone-cold face
Etch into those cheeks,
A story of grace.

His eyes,
A cloudy,
Colorado
Summer
After(sun soaked)noon,

That clear at night,
To drink
-And fight-
Heaven’s stars
By light of moon.

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