Saturday, May 05, 2007


This morning,
I caught a star.
He looked at me,
With big black eyes;
“Put me back,
My rays will burn.”

I looked at her,
Fast asleep;
A dreamy smile,
On her lips.

For you my baby,
I’ll brave,
The icy chills,
Of a moonbeam;
The scalding heat,
Of a starlight.

The star still lies,
In my hand…
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